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The Blinded




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The Blinded



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 listen.

 

Now look.

 

Now know their lies.

 

They’ve  burst your drums

They’ve  stabbed your eyes.

Person

Wood for the trees.

By fawcett, neil at Mar 26, 2011 09:14 AM

 In the modern age we are swamped by useless noise and images, it is difficult to think straight. By giving us so much to see they have taken our eyes and by giving us so much to hear they have taken our ears.

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