Sight Of Misery

A blind lady curses men with eyes,
The miracle of sight is her envy.
Blessed who are, forget the decree,
Observe they should, not see.

There lies a pleasing colour in living beings,
The colour so bright, it liberates poise as it inflames.
A divine clout to purify the soul, she’s been told.
That very glimpse of sight she craves, she claims.

A mere glance would fail to decipher it;
Admirable observance is the key.
She fails to catch that vision of colour.
That blind lady’s only misery.

Oh poor lady how naive you are, you clearly have been mislead.
Deprived of nature’s devastation, blessed you are I’d say.
That colour you seek died years ago when apes claimed to be men.
The miracle of sight has only to offer a colour so pale and grey.

Blessed you are blind lady, deprived from men’s cruelty.
Men dismiss the time to observe; they hardly let live what they see.

~ by nreza on March 16, 2008.