Paradigms

If we met each other at the grocery store would we even greet each other?

Admiring each other from afar our eyes undress each other, but we do not speak.

Social distancing has created an oblique space between us.

Masks have put a blockade over our awkward smiles.

We know now more than ever that black lives matter, but only through the eyes of a criminal.

Subliminal messages leak through the press about equality.

Interestingly enough dining rooms are held hostage but so is stock in hand sanitizer and toilet paper.

Deceased criminals have become martyrs in the strangest sense.

Since when have we forgotten the contributions of doctors and school teachers?

Preachers have become more distant from their flocks, but closer to CashApp.

Gaps have also been placed throughout learning as the internet becomes professor.

Old stressors like school shootings have become a thing of the past, but at what price?

Life as we know it has been erased; replaced with ghostly representations of a communist society.

In reality, I think I am experiencing a paradigm assassination in motion.

I don’t think I am alone in the experience with all its commotion.

Openly, people swing at each other confessing their own self-professed mask doctrine.

Options in jobs have increased or reduced depending on the field.

Businesses close every day; people point out how one group loses more than another.

Brothers look at each other through plexiglass and exchange plastic over paper.

Drastic expressions are presented in the absence of facial protection in exchange for known identity.

New entities spring up moving more agile than the merchants of old; new birth explodes.

Paradigms.