The Blind

I am blind, I cannot see The faces in the mask of nobility The truth of life –the reality Apathy and hatred’s frailty I can’t feel the poison in the air Of cruelty, greed and injustice Causing anguish and despair And political power’s edifice I can’t hear the cry of souls And desperation in autumn of life Someone achieving selfish goals And the horror of conflict and strife Colours of butterflies and rainbows Are meaningless to my curiosity It’s darkness, spring comes or goes I can’t see ruthlessness and barbarity Rain drops from punctured sky Tears down the face of gloom Dews rolling the cheeks of bloom I can neither appreciate nor decry Am I flawed or lucky as blind? I feel tranquility of no sort I see viciousness of no kind I recognize them not with senses alert