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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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