Over the years I’ve grown,

a new set of eyes.

Clearer and sharper

they’ve grown

to my surprise.

Everything looks different than I

had realized. 

My innocent eyes never recognized

the guilt nor the ugly that

shroud in the hearts of many.

My wise eyes reveals

an image of reality that even those

with open eyes fail to see.

What a tragedy, when a man’s

handicap prevents his ability to distinguish,

enemy from friend?