Blind

Know,

That your hopes and your fears,
Fall on deaf ears,
And eyes that strain,
Can you get them to see,
The bile from the brain,
The smile through the strain,
Do think they can see?

Can you get them to pray,
For reasons and God’s,
Not pockets and thieves,
For warm air through cool leaves,
Can you make them concede,
That they will need,
To open their hearts to the world,
And close their minds to the greed?

Oh I wish, I wish they could see,
If you strip away all the tinsel and gold they’re the same as you and me,
Bound to walk the same ground, make the same sound, when we cry,
And when we cheer,
I wish they could see.

◄ Punch Drunk

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