Masked In the Year 2020

Recycled Breath from fear
Lipstick becomes art on cloth
Life now begins with a test

The rainbow has become dark
Police are now attacked
Burning buildings left in ashes

Normal has disappeared
Life is now on televisual news
Holding us captive by lies

Free money sent in vain
Shoring politics fills the air
Unemployment zooms

No room for the poor
Tragedy and death from the insane
Each day I awake to the same

When Will It End?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Ermine Avatar
September 1, 2020 at 4:57 AM
Bobby, vibrant reflection of our upside down year. Your description covers it all succinctly. End of poem so captures the sentiment. We're not sick, just sick of it!
May Avatar
September 1, 2020 at 5:00 AM
I know huh, I had thought I had seen it all but, I was wrong!
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