We are all Blind
People are indeed blind
Creating a false perception
so that what seems to be evil
translates in their minds as refined
When teenage badinage
is precariously ignored
and prettied up like a the colorful city of Raj
We are in denial in our blind world
each citizen embarks but refuses to dislodge
And hence we clock out of our working prism
Believing we practice moralism
as the grey chunks in our brain
become hebephrenic trying to focus on the world's
vain pluralism.
And here I am standing here with shameful alarmism
To say blindness not only makes us unable to see
But it makes us unable to hear, feel, touch, breath
When your eyes open when it is open,
Is an eye opener in itself , you see?
In understandable terms, to lower the pressure of obvious inhumanity
Why do we teach our anima
to hate authority?
Is it not their job to create order as the first priority?
Of course not everyone will be happy.
But authority has a wife
a life ,children
why must we extemporize
all our energy to beat, bruise and poison.
Yes at times it's okay to mistaken
But also at times
when a life is on the line
and sidewalk passerby’s
walk and look away as they spry
Future admirers won't help but say we're blind.
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