Blind to the Storm
The world
spins itself,
a tapestry of tongues
in the sky,
and she cries
for the people
who close their eyes
to the storms.
Year after year
darkness
ensues fear,
a song of ignorance
sung loud and clear.
The world
spins itself,
a mosaic of faces
and in the sky,
she cries,
for the people
to open their hearts
and know her truth.
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