Masks

I thought I saw the sun today

But it couldn’t have been, the sun went away

The light died as the body-bags filled

God ran away as the blood of youth spilled

Eager to pull the trigger, they didn’t figure

That with each cut to the skin of a child

Humanity’s armor was chinked

Severely, it appears that wearily

We divine the process but it’s too heavy

To understand, liters of blood stain the white sand

Figurative streets without mark or name

Bono tries to save but it’s all in vain

Open the window to the sight of children slain

I just hope they wake up where the souls have no stains

Criminal acts, disease marks the murder

Crimes so harsh they don’t have a word for

What was done, ribs showing, innocence dead and gone

It’s bitter, brutal, grim how we see the world

But what’s worse is society deserves its reputation

Fit for degradation, it suits the situation

Allegations of stimulation, fallacies of truth, it’s makeshift

Left with a stub of humiliation, indignation at your cosmic placement

It’s over, the leaves have fallen, songs are written

Go back home, but your old life isn’t fittin’

Butter on too much bread, hope it doesn’t last

Can’t go through life wearing a gilded mask