Sight Poem by Saint Cynosure

There is a battle in my head,
a war between two eyes.
In one can be seen love and truth,
the other hate and lies.
It's for me to be the one to see,
which is wrong or right.
The hardest thing I do believe,
is understanding sight.
Things aren't always what they seem,
in this world of color blindness.
For war with all its evil schemes,
can be the biggest act of kindness.
So I must take a double look,
at everything I see.
And try to find the truth in pictures,
that my eyes give to me.