Open Your Eyes
Seeing eyes, eyes that see
different eyes
For you and me.
Some eyes that look at a perfect scene
See a different image from you and me
They only see what they want to see
Why feast your eyes on a perfect
flower.
All some can see is wealth and power.
Power is a powerful tool,
It can create an unhealthy cesspool
Of corruption and death.
Some close their eyes,
Refusing to see,
What is clear to you and me?
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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