Blind

Really look around.

Its enough to make you retch.

Scorching stupids stomping

their own feet into mash,

the worst of the worst transgressing

all law, all decency

with absolute impunity.

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It's depressing, infuriating

to see a gaggle of cretins

scamper like wild monkeys,

smashing with childish abandon

the structures of reason and justice

erected by towering genius.

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And yet a moment of silence,

a random glance at a meadow

in sunlight, at the seashore,

at the steam ascending

fro, a cup of morning coffee

can smooth the crushed feathers,

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can blunt for a moment the edge

of the axeman's savage tool.

All of us pass through

a valley of silent peace

whether we raise cathedrals

or raze them to the ground.

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The silent peace holds us,

saints and sinners both,

whether we hate and destroy

or love neighbors as ourselves.

The silent peace remains,

swallowing glee and despair.

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We are eyeless creatures

dreaming that we can see.