Your face is showing

Fear glazes the eyes atop masks
Out-stretched hands, morally bitten
Hordes
hoarding essentials—
some to profit
while others for security
Public services mocked
while trying to keep their composure
Bound to their castles,
what awaits one
can not be seen—
Insanity.
Isolated roads
are no longer a metaphor
What was a friendly smile
now a grin of greed
Words of encouragement
from people who preached saying,
“Things will be all right”,
no longer have meaning
in this day and time

Excuse me,
but your face is showing.

 

 

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