The Blind Are Still Blind

There are many things a person looks for,

But how much do we expect to find

In this vast universe where the beginning and ending

Care not for your smiles or tears?

We depend on the soil beneath our feet

And the rain falling from wandering clouds

To nurture the seeds enveloped under

To continue this “endless” circle of life.

But life can only go so long

When hearts are shunning a neighbor's love,

Once a friend, now a stranger.

What has this world come to?

Money and beauty reign like king and queen;

Those on the streets, prisoners in dungeons

Looking on through the barred cellar windows.

They know, they could tell you

When the air is fresh no more

Filled with countless lies and blown dust

Darkening the skies once so clear,

Will we still not see our damage done?

Years will pass as they have already,

The ache of a baby's and grandparent's life

Born into a world where hatred goes on,

Leaving a world when at last discovering the key to live.

Love taken for granted in the days of youth,

Derailing the soul of a force so beautiful,

Wearing the petals of a newly blossomed rose;

Petals falling, falling, can't we see?

Screams and moans of pain and pleasure

Melt the ears of thousands knowing the sound,

But the question needing to be asked and answered

Is who knows the texture?

Galaxies traverse, expanding beyond reach;

Stars twinkle and moons shine;

Time goes on and the blind are still blind.

If only we'd heard that cry...