The Blind

 why do we give too much credence to men

the starters of wars

the killers of truth

the greedy, lustful and covetous

we spend our years hoping in the fallible 

making the fallen our heroes,

they too are lost...

and afraid of the death that stares at them

are afraid of the age that charges at their reflection daily

live in fear of the darkness that pursues them in the dark of the night

we are all fallen and in darkness

and we grope like the blind for answers Fate has scattered on the floor

we are all blind

lost and fallen

and not one soul has the answers we all seek 



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