Flowers Always Smile, But Not To Corona. Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Everyone and
Even everything are greatly
Sad, gloomy, and heart-broken
By what it happens
Around us,
We are all calculating our days
And even our nights
By what is happening
Around us,
We are all unaware of
What the coming days
Are really hiding to us,
The more the stupid Corona penetrates
Into our own minds and
Our own bodies,
The more we try only
To escape the situation which
We are amid its storm,
We are all unhappy
With what is happening now,
We are all amid an going-on turmoil
That never ends happily,
Our whole life turns into
That gloomy and melancholic wasteland,
We are all burning like those
Pieces of firewood
Anywhere and everywhere,
Everything has turned dark and
Even gloomy around us,
Everyday thousands of innocent souls
Pass away without any funerals, but
They are buried silently
Here and there,
Everyone is absolutely unemployed
Except those gravediggers who keep
Waiting for more and more,
Hospitals are absolutely overcrowded
By hundreds of thousands of
Corona's patients just to save their own lives,
We do not know really
What is going around us
Up to this moment,
Flowers and roses only smile
To those who love them, but
Not to Corona.