In This Age of Scary Masked Faces

When people don't abide by the laws that God imprinted on Moses' tablets for our own good, horrible things happen; and we have seen the drastic results in this age of scary masked faces... how do we hide under a hood and run? We are too qucik to condemn who caused this global pandemic, not realizing we're all guilty; Mankind has based his prosperity on greed, and doing so has neglected the needs of many: people have died by the thousands and coffins are staged in long lines waiting to be buried, but flowers and tears are the only things offered, not affectionate hugs terribly missed by us. In this age of scary masked faces, nobody can spot me in any crowd; I'm breathing, but I'm not living as I should, no smile I can flash among saddened glances. That mother who pushes the stroller carrying her child inside worries for her little one who sees these fanthoms scurrying by and saying none... how bleak is that child's world without their warm feeling!