Behind a Mask

They say all’s fair in love and war

When tribal factions do ignore

A call for peace to those that strive

Who feel the cold steel of a knife

We’re split apart, divided men

Who chose to put faith in their rule again

My stomach needs for something better

We need shelter from this awful weather

We are controlled by mindless drugs

And on the streets roam hardened thugs

No one cares to give a damn

We are superfluous to their plan

From our tv’s we observe corruption

And the resulting world’s disruption

To make them pay would be our task

Yet our voices muffle behind a mask

 

© Sean P. Ransom 24/8/2020