Finn
Philosopher
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Post by Finn on May 22, 2007 19:07:56 GMT -5
Myopia, by Finn
Our eyes are politicians, Telling us only what we wish to hear. They start each day in consultation, Whispering lies, embellishing fact, Adding spin to each truth the mirror reveals.
The day is a minefield of honesty, Which the eyes must traverse. Each step of rocky, broken ground Warrants caution, needs mapping, To become part of the larger, safer lie.
Myself, I am a welfare child, Whom the eyes valiantly protect. I end each day in comfort, With American dreams, promises kept. I "see" no harm in that.
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Post by stormcat on May 22, 2007 19:18:06 GMT -5
The eyes are the windows of the soul. It might not be a sweet poem but it's honest.>^..^<
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