If A Blind Man Could See Poem by Michael Boone

If A blind man could see.
what would he do?
Where would his eye wonder?

The green of the leaves,
the wrinkles on your skin?
The new excuse to spend money,
skin color?

What does the world want him to see.
What are we bred to see,
who decides what beauty is?

Nature,
or the raping of it.
Love,
or the misconception of it.

Evil is within the mind,
carried out by the hand,
yet Vanity is held in the eye.

Beautiful man,
what do you see?