Visions Of A Blind Eye

The young people are dying

The old people are crying

Politicians forever lying,

People stay bowing their heads,

Heavy hearts while their minds are sighing,

Today is my son,

Tomorrow your daughter,

Next week your dad,

Maybe even your mother,

Blind eyes see the world everyday,

We speak about the problems,

And never execute the solution,

Images of destruction plague the senses,

Our consequences from ignorance’s inevitability,

This is our true reflection when we stand face first in truths mirror,

With blind eyes of lies and deception,

It changes,

We see only what keeps the mirror intact,

Beastly beauty describes our kind,

The fool sees what’s shown,

The wise understand more than what is seen.

by

James Woodside

copywright 2005