To you, the world looks-wise, as you question our tears and sighs,
Our masks may not tell you our sufferings, story of our fake smiles and your honest lies,
Our tortured souls will arise, we will sing into the dark, waiting for your silent replies,
But you stand where you are because, in times like these, it’s difficult to listen to who we are.
Love this line right here, This is amazing...
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Raj . . . haven't seen you at the cafe for a long time. I know you're busy. This poem was written before "MASKS" became a huge part of everyone's lives. I have to think about how your poem, even tho it refers to masks of a different kind, all these months after you posted this poem, it still applies to the masks that cover millions of faces these days. The masks are a symbol of how the leadership in all countries feed us information based on their desire to control us, not based on what we need to know. I love your powerful expression of how it can feel to be oppressed & there are millions of people quite oppressed, even in the richest countries! Happy New Year! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
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