A hymn for the blind

Porcelain dreams are etched with words,
Broken homes are painted with blood
You want distraction, this is it-
A macabre dance in the moonlight
Blind men cross the ocean in boats full of holes,
Birds on fire fly above your home
Sleep in peace my friend,
You’re dying for a good cause
Weep not for those you’ve lost,
For they have seen the end of war
Worry not for your motherland,
It was never yours to begin with
Hide your children and hide them well,
The blind men have stories to tell,
They will take your life, then blame each other
Travel west, if you want your life to matter
This dance is eternal, and this dance won’t end,
For it is in the nature of those who crave power,
To look down upon those who do not


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