5 Yellow Stars

I used to study faces now I gaze at masks and bandanas can't tell if they're beautiful or plain sane or madmen... Since this new age plague began... gaits seem to have a bit more verve perhaps more purpose... My how things have changed in such a short time we're all starting to look like old school crips and bloods and muslim women... the jokes on us. There's an uneasy feeling must be the buds of oppression... settling-in. Five yellow stars dipped in red. Sprouting deep in the gut dark buds-relentless. What will the summer heat bring even less freedom -loosening of chains the death of a billion via invisible assassins more masks of death and dirt cheap gas?