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The Soldier’s Reply to the Blind Man You seem to think that all is good But there are things not understood Like war, and blood, the killing swarms The gunshots in Op Desert Storm The streets of now are strewn with loss With tyrants of all kinds who toss Their waste on streets once called untouched “Corruption rules”; they say as much. These shootings are the commonplace That signifies our fall from grace Release your visions they are naught; Desires best not gained, but sought. The world you used to know has gone In place decay begins to spawn. Destruction soaring high in flight Where peace and love conceal fro

The Blind Man I hear those voices when I dream The pictures as I see them seem So real, intense, but far away, Amazing fervor on this day. I feel a need to see, to spot The birds, the trees, the solemn plot To salvage that in visions seen, Before my light was lost, Serene. This world I strive to see anew If mem’ries serve my mind quite true The countless beauties of my youth I wish to verify these truths. The light I know should be the same, The common sky we share with vain To walk upon what I’ve forgot Sensations filing up my thoughts. I wondered how I lost it all A wondrous blessing or the fall Of fate’s l