Blindfolded

Blindfolded with the world's treasures, Blindfolded to be seen ;diamonds Concealed by grief and misfortune Seen not that we are diamonds: Precious murky diamonds we are. They mingle with us And with flimsy smiles their lips mutter But we are but diamonds in the murk. Objects of rediculous sermons we Are made to look on the streets In the market places In the churches and schools; Nothing we are but diamonds in the murk With heavy blades in their vocals Amidst the world The world perhaps nothing To offer but applauded disappointment No hope for appointments with negligence Shall we live for nothing But hope for sunshine at night? Should our hopes be laid un shun? Or should our lights be eclipsed By Judas of our dreams? We are nothing but diamonds In the murk unseen Perhaps nothing we need but A little work