Writen early Eighties (i.e. 82-83)

What is there to say?
You close your eyes,
but it doesn't go away,
wear a mask;
it's in the air.
Hold your nose
and pretend you don't care.
Scream at God,
cry for grace;
let the lonely take your place.
Are you sick?
Did you break that stick!?
It's the rule.
People die.
No One Knows why.
But does the heart die too?
I think there's more
we can do.