Blindfolds
Blindfolded
I am led to the asphalt
And blindfolded I stand
Hoping these men
Will pave the way
Blindfolded
It is so very clear
My future is bland
Without a hand to hold again
I am a mere part of their display
And blindfolded,
I am a woman
There is one high command
That must be followed despite deign
Ready to whittle away
And blindfolded
I am blind
To the power
Obscured by
This blindfold
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