The Mask of 19
Cover your face they say
Black lives matter
Protests on the rise
Did I become rip van winkle?
Have I woken up to madness?
Defund the police and attack them
Push over statues and burn them
Shooting and killing a one year old child
It is my hope
That this is all fake news
But, it’s not
People are off the hook
I miss the good old days, when
The girls wore flowers in their hair
Saying, free love
I even miss the hippies
I miss no computers and
Rotary dial phones
I miss the enquirer the only fake news
I need to got back to sleep
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