Afraid

Afraid
  
Streets, shopping malls,
Public buildings
 Are emptied
Of their contents -
Painted white. We are sent
An invisible and tireless fire.
  
From her thousand vices and tricks,
She reaches us
From all over:
From China to Germany;
From Spain to Italy;
 In the United States of America.

She goes home to the king
And the prince...
From the strongest to the weakest
Of us,
Everyone succumbs on her path.

She continues
Her creeping destruction
From morning to night.
Kings and princes
Give way to her.

We feel in ourselves
The appearance of uprooted plants
And wet earth
By a bloody rain
Unceasingly
Flooding our globe.

Only one touch of the hand
And her many tricks exhaust you  
Nineteen times,
More than the ten plagues of Egypt.

The streets are deserted;
 A distance gap of  
Six-foot socially observed
... Or just get on a
Voluntary isolation.

We are
At the precipice of misfortune.
Everyone awaits his/her turn
To dip one’s finger
Into the salty river.

(A TRIBUTE TO THE COVID-19 VICTIMS; GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN)