That’s Life in 2020

Buildings burn on my TV,

Fanning the flame burning in me.

As a white man with four little kids,

I’m ashamed of this world in which we live.

I love everyone, white or black,

but still I feel guilt for where we're at

in a world so large, with so much chance,

it's sad we made our Brothers take a stand.

But that's life in 2020.

I wear a mask and stand six feet away,

haven't seen my grandmother in months and days.

I call to talk to her, but it's not the same.

The quarantine has us feeling insane.

A cough in the supermarket, we all look 'round,

since we can't talk, we watch the ground.

We pray more now than ever before,

that we can all be safe and re-open our stores.

But that's life in 2020.

With the rising flames and falling ash,

I think we all lose some of the past,

a past that wasn't perfect, and less so for those,

whose color of skin match a hangman's clothes.

The virus sweeping from shore to shore,

makes us forget our neighbors and bar the doors.

We need to stand side-by-side, hand-in-hand,

uniting ourselves across the land.

But this is life in 2020.