Mandated by governors it can not rest
Voluntary masking, is at its best
Is COVID the murderer it’s proclaimed to be
Will sensibility prevail yet not be free

The fear presides and takes control
Chaos runs ramped and permeates the soul
Be mindful, the illusion is presented
A foul odor presides, rose colored scented

Would you dawn a mask to abate the water
If beneath the sea it allowed the fodder
If knowingly, it failed to provide protection
Seek you safety from which direction

So do you allow others to provide
Direction when they have no guide
Confine thyself, I hear them say
Yet here I sit, and here I pray

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