Blinding Ignorance

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A monologue, about society's blindness to the actualities of life.
Not Rhyming Poetry.

Submitted: July 06, 2017

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Mother and son, a strong bond

one would think.

Yet abuse can never be seen by

a covered eye. This mother and son,

Such hate. Such anguish. Such loathing.

This busy square, so many eyes

none seeing, none knowing.

 

She pulls him forward, and he resists

it’s the ultimate tug of war!

I could intervene, but learn society would not.

She turns to him to scream, and scream she does;

yet he is unmoving, unblinking.

This busy square, so many ears

none hearing, none knowing.

He opens his mouth, as if to scream

but muffled by the hand; so carefully timed.

He falls to the floor,

a hand over his now sore cheek.

Before; running, running

far from there.

His mother turns without a care,

and is lost among the sea of people.

This busy square, so many hearts

none feeling, none knowing.

About,

what isn’t pure,

what isn’t perfect.

So I wonder to myself.

do those people really see?

 

This society is blinded by its own corruption

I ask again

and again,

for all eternity it would seem.

Why can’t society see?


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