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Masereka Amos


Behind The Blind Mind


You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind

You talked with a blind person
But he can give someone poison

You said he walks kind and tender
But cannot you accept as true he's a pretender

You give him eyeglasses and add him a walking stick
But worthy of someone who'd frequently kick

Someone who'd frequently kick your relative
Though positive we'd frequently make him contraceptive
He'd not be literate or limit him being un-educative

Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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When you furnish out reasons and let somebody else see your fed-up understanding, critically, they will find room to adjudicate and pass judgment on what you said.

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