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The Willfully Blind


With blindfolds round their starry eyes,

And petals in their hands,

They dance among the golden lies

That cover Truth's demands.

 

Their minds are wrapped with finest silk,

Their thoughts confined by prejudice.

They drink up sugar, honey, and milk

To disguise Truth's taste - their nemesis.

 

Each day they think they're stronger and stronger,

And the lies in their mirrors will linger much longer.

For everything broken to them looks new,

And they listen only tothe voice of the few

That insists that everything is fine.

Because who wants to live in a world with no shine?

 

With problems, with hate?

With chaos, debate?

 

So they swallow their pills and hide their eyes

From the truth they've trained their minds to disguise.

 

With blindfolds round their starry eyes,

And petals in their hands,

They dance among the glittering lies

That cover Truth's demands.

 

They obscure their  own vision,

Hide truth in a jar.

What silly creatures

We humans are.

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