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(Year of the mask)

As I look around
I gasp for air
Millions of people
With a faceless stare

I can’t understand
This world today
Why are people dying
Why does are youth disobey

The world we know
has disappeared
The way we are
Is what we feared

Can’t see family
Can’t see friends
Oh please God
When does it end

Who can we trust
Not a soul today
The ones we looked up to
Has lead us astray

The Lost poet
9/3/20

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