In The Realm And In The Presence Of Corona Everywhere. Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

We,
As human beings,
Are invisible
While Corona is really
Seen in our thoughts and
In our fears only,
The invisible is really visible
While the visible is really invisible,
Everything is clearly understood that
We are no more masters of our world
Willingly or unwillingly
In the presence of Mr. Corona at all,
We are only confined
Within Corona's borders only,
We are only on the run while
Corona looks for more and more
Of innocent victims everywhere,
We are only keeping looking for
Our individual and selfish survival,
We are only digging more and more graves
To those who pass away daily by Corona,
Graveyards are built
For the new-comers
On a daily basis,
No one dares to retaliate, but
Everyone looks for himself or for
Herself anywhere and everywhere,
We are not heroes at all
In the real presence of Corona,
Corona is everywhere looking for us
While we are regretfully nowhere,
Gravediggers are working hard
To make rooms for the dead
Anywhere and everywhere,
How weak we are!
How tiny is world!
How ugly is Corona!
As long as Mr. Corona is there,
It means our pains and our sufferings
Will be there endlessly.