'Mask'eteers

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‘MASK’ETEERS

                        -Sobi Wilson

 

The world so full of ‘Mask’ateers

with a view so blurred of tears

Frightened though with unseen fears

Will fight so hard to bring our cheers.

 

Masking us from air we breathe

Missing all the smiles we meet

Meeting loved ones, big a feat

Will conquer it and have a treat

 

Together are we in this fight

Can’t stay closer, is the plight.

Tunnel seems longer for the light,

But soon will see it shining bright.

           

Marked our boundaries, caged our Gods

Claimed and Reclaimed with our swords.

All are masked and boundaries fade.

Let's fight for all like a true 'Mask'eteer.

 


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