Friday, 3 February 2017

THE BLIND SEES: A deep poem to reflect on


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"THE BLIND SEES"
The blind sees
Plethora of ill nutritious behaviour
In a nutritious land
Full of ruckus that kills.
Spurred on in the sixties,
Smothered in the hands of feign.
The blind sees
Plethora of listless brains
In this overweening winning companionship.
Debacle whips us
Inordinately and feign comes using rebuild as its pawn.
The blind sees
Plethora of workable hands.
Yet, unworkable.
In this overweening winning companionship.
To make what that is ours,
Maybe pigs shall fly.

Oonipopo Oluseyi Binlayo.
©2017

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