Masks

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Are somethings best left hidden?
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Note: this time of year we tend to dive into fictional horror looking for a good scare. My reflection is that the current horrors of our reality are more frightening than the fiction.--Giada
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When you look around
notice the fact, everyone
wears some sort of mask.

Some are quite scary,
others are funny or kind,
but all masks obscure.

The virus has been
the revealer of us all,
laying bare mean truths.

What we hide behind
is now plainly obvious,
the curtain been pulled.

We’re now all exposed;
pettiness, intolerance,
failings of us all.

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Paul4playPaul4playover 3 years ago

Agreed.

Our reality cannot be matched by any fiction.

And our masks reveal all....

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years ago

Oh, Democrazy

the stars have fallen

from fl...rags in the wind

the stripes tied to nets

to catch the falling

by those still dreaming

and waking each morning

under merry warm blankets

printed with unicorns and supermen

those who raise their lovable voices

for a liveable future

cause the rage won't heat us

the hate won't feed us

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Thanks for sharing a harsh naked truth, Giada

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