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