Can Someone Give Me A Mask

It is in our darkest hour time defines who we are
The unnerved boundaries of true minds we must accept
The exposure nakedness, we are all the same  
In the domain of pain
The dethroned title of earthly royal

Until the reaper there is no more
No longer unto suffering, there is an I
We come together to bow unto mercy  
Upholding the Constitution of ‘we the people’
No superior barriers, no race, creed, or colors to enable the tears of grief we taste on our lips
 
Cries of death echoes in our streets
Memorial of loves one’s written remembrance, felt in solitude we mourn
Infested air we inhale
Waiting to exhale the days of old
Can someone give me a mask