Wilfully Blind
He sticks the blinkers on
and blindfold, counts out the sorrows
of no one he knows.
Puts them in a drawer,
locked with a careless key,
kicking doors shut
on notions of equality.
His side of the seesaw hangs heavy,
unbalanced, biased towards
the full and sated belly.
Wallet and tongue keep close company.
Sees with one eye only one vision:
singular,
blue.
Never for the many,
only ever for the few.
Laura Taylor
Wed 21st Mar 2018 13:47
Thank you very much Steve ?