Blind
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     I sit here waiting underneath a tree
     Pondering about how things can be
     And why is it that they can’t see
     Beyond their own reality

     How can people be so blind
     And keep themselves so confined
     Never reaching out to find
     The other people beyond their kind

     Why do people so ignore
     The troubles that come from war
     Never thinking what’s in store
     From their actions and what they swore

     How can people turn away
     From our troubles seen each day
     With every person stalked as prey
     And the clouds a dark, ugly gray

     Why worry about what people look
     When you can’t see what they took
     From your life, such a crook
     And they’ve brought you in by the hook

     Ignore the people that do glare
     And can’t help but somewhat stare
     At all the things you can compare
     For they are blind to what is rare

     So I sit there wondering what is true
     About all that people do
     How can they have just not a clue
     About all things we have been through

     They must be blind, I tell you now
     To not see those on the prowl
     The reasons why, I know not how
     Nor why they do still allow

     People today, their eyes are closed
     To the people they do expose
     Saying, no, they were imposed
     To do what someone else composed

     I shake my head now and sigh
     And can not comprehend why
     Despite how hard I think and try
     Why people do not see with their eyes