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?
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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