Coronavirus is a *******,devouring beast .
He surprised the common man,the nun,the monk and the priest...

His unbiased character strikes out the community of defaulters as well as the sinners alike.  

To restore man's moral premises.                            And brings  out all ties of good luck.  

Human sanctity and Mankind's barbarity, twisted morality and prostituted the scarcity of what remains of human  dignity.

Coronavirus  hits the poor and the rich alike.
He neither spares foes nor betrays allies.        
the aim is to insure a new lifestyle and curb any loose  control.    

Man is ungrateful to Allah 's numerous  blessings.  

His rebellious Nature made his sins proliferated in disdain...

Coronavirus is a latent disease that is spreading viral around like a summer breeze .

It annihilates countries with a history full of immoral corruption.  

The  pandemic comes to destroy the old world with  a ***** load of excessive lies .

The  plague is a dragon and a furious beast , spitting fire over his disciples  unscropulously to  mute their imprudent infedility .  

Their blind devotion to Satanic emotions alters their creed to nihilism and distortion.

FIRE


A ball of fire hits a wooden house,
It sets everything red and smoky.
People inside hurried out madly,
To escape the inferno behind their backs.
Striking sounds of burnt wood avail
The passersby to ask for mercy.
Nothing left behind except ashes,
Embers and iron bars hot and sleek.
The beautiful wooden house with green orchard,
Becomes a heap of scrap and burnt bushes.
The old man sat on the floor lamenting,
The loss of beloved things without counting.
FIRE is a furious ,swallowing beast
That kills without mercy or warning
                                                              
                                                                              
November :2014

The Dog That Bites
By Mohamed Ahmed Bourhanem
Dogs are born to bite
bones ,flesh and termites.
When hunger strikes the valley
of the dead and ghosts alike.
Venom is sweet and thunder is quiet,
life is no more than a river of fights.
As a guest,i was called twice,
to celebrate the festival of death
with a crowd of poets with inborn delights.
I couldn't afford the journey of the lost trip.
I call again the spirit of ***** brains
to take me out of these military drains,
that swept out humanity of its silver pains.
Hamrisire