Two Blind Men
A blind man sits
on the sidewalk,
cup begging spare change.
Spare change, sir?
A blind man walks
past the cup.
He is not my kin,
he is not my problem.
Do you not see
your brother?
I see my brother walk past me
says the man blind of eye.
Do you not see
your brother?
I see no brother here
says the man blind of heart.
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