The Blinded by Neil Fawcett

We are the blinded
white eyed in the light.

We are the deafened
mute in a noisy night.

Bombarded by bits of everything
lavished with lots of nothing.

When light leaks in.
When voices rise through the din.
Let them in.

Now look.
Now listen.
Now know their lies.

They burst your drums.
They stab your eyes.

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