Who's Behind The Mask Poem by Alfred Barna

Who's behind the mask?
Hidden from view, not taken to task
There have always been things
Which have gotten us ill
But now fears have taken wings
And streets are so still
Children breathe through a filter
And parents fret over the rent
The System and business out of kilter
And the coffers have been spent
Tyrants now raise their brow
Wondering, how to gain more power somehow
While people huddle in homes
The wolves now get to roam
Who's behind the mask?

Who's behind the game?
Deep in the shadows they remain
They say they are our masters
And we must reset the world
Yet they have made the disasters
So their plans can unfurl
They say all that is natural is bad
So we can only have what they create
Inside their synthetic maze they are mad
And seek to redesign us, left to their fate
They claim we must all go through a reset
So they can start a world of their fete
But what they really want is to reveal
Their dark world, in which you bear their seal
Who's behind the game?