Blind Lie Poem by Zakhele Anigon
Blind Lie
Blind is the guardian
Blind is the maid
Blind are the horses
That carry my name
Lied the narrator
Lied and the child
Lie did the missus
And the lie wasn't mild
Eyes that see in the sun
Are blind in the night
Eyes that like the dark
See clearly in moonlight
Do you see? Do you see?
Do you see the shape?
Do you see? Do you see?
Do you see what's fake?
Hectic
Septic
Narcoleptic
Never skeptic
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5/1/2024 9:40:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What is fake? Point to be noted