What of the simple masks made in the old times
Made for the utility for chanting and hunting rhymes

Seen with the Aussies with masks the size of men
Or Inuit Women using them to perform with their hands

Decades have changed the stealthy meaning of hiding
Lost behind wood or ceramic mediums; avoid the fierce chiding

Facing the real world is so much the harder
Without a hand to hold or a paid venture charter

Where my observation has led me, I’ve been behind masks
I’ve used all different sizes and shades for the tasks

Bask in the effervescent light seen through the cut eyeholes
Blinding you from all normal stresses or common woes

Foes are the people that are viewed from the other side
You pull down another mask to prevent a read mind

Again how many masks are there? Where will the amount stop
You’ve already accumulated several with sugar coated atop

Sweet as candy but rotten to the core
I had to unmask because wearing them daily
Became such a chore

Wondrous as a practical protective device can be
But who are you really… underneath… don’t you agree?