Blind Leader Poem by Hewitt E. Moore

The insanity that is

Revolves in a cycle

A mere dismal bliss

The grin of chaotic survival


A worldly view

From the depths of hell

A human zoo

With a sheepish smell


The leader of the blind

Lost his white cane,

But found his mind

Inside a rotten brain


Three sheep mooed at the south star

The leader’s cue to speak

“I’m the blind czar! ”

He chirped through his beak


“Follow my path of braille,

Which I know you cannot read”

He led them to an eternal jail

And they were never to be freed