Year of the Mask
At last you've been laid to rest, twenty~twenty
A plague on mankind with tragedies aplenty
Since February, you've given up total control
abandoning us as a wicked germ took its toll
You'll be remembered as the horrendous year
that filled the world with grievances and fear
Many nations locked down in a strangle hold
Their leaders, blunderers; usless as fool's gold
Labeled covid a 'hoax' as it raged as systemic
and you, 2020, were accursed by a pandemic
But it was not the only flaw that branded you
Summer was tainted by men dressed in blue
Brother dueled against brother, black vs. white
Angry protesters ignited cities ablaze at night
"Black lives matter!" Too much police brutality
America became a war zone of hostile mentality
For months on your calendar, bitterness raged
On and on great masses clashed. Battles waged
Maybe it's unfair to rant against you in this way
You're inanimate, not at fault, some would say
History will refer to you as the bearer of blame
Without a voice, the travesties you can't disclaim
You were the year of storms and too much death
Of masked faces, afraid of drawing a deep breath
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Posted on January 1, 2021 for Mohan Chutani's
2020 to 2021 Contest. We've laid 2020 to rest
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