Are We So Blind
Do you ever stop to think
That the stars are out
Even in the daytime?
Oh, they’re there all right, but
We’re blind to their existence.
How true of life itself!
If we don’t see something
In front of us, it’s as if
It isn’t really there.
Poverty? We don’t see it
In our neighborhood.
Devastating weather events?
We see them on television,
But they’re not here.
They’re some other place.
Bullying? Mocking?
Victims of prejudice?
Awful, but it happens in
That other neighborhood.
People without enough to eat?
Sick people without heat?
Dying people who
Can’t afford their medicine?
Native peoples fighting to save
Their land and clean water?
They’re out there somewhere.
But are we really blind or
Or do we just not want to see?
Just as daytime stars are there,
Reality is reality, whether
We see it or not, and we can’t
Go on pretending it isn’t there.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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