The Blind Man's Vision Poem by Deo Inji

His third eye is invisible in the physical as he talks of what it sees
in dark lands and seas
He's considered lyrical and spiritual, he sees death lurk and blow
like breeze through parks, sand and trees
He sees death coming from afar through the Milky Way and stars
Its beauty, the epitome of Lucifer before his rebellious fall

He sees its descension at the speed of light in the direction
of the venal societies
Casting its lustful eyes on the weak and might
and even on their propriety
As it comes through the clouds, it brings the end to sunny skies
The earth quakes in every town, and volcanic lavas burning wild

Graves reopen, the dead return to life from gloomy dark coffins
Noises coming out from the catacombs make dogs start barking
Pallid skeletal beings all marching into one direction like a ghost army
Or like creatures coming out of scriptures in the Old Testament
who're most harming

He sees the Prince with a golden crown,
escorted by legions of angels descending
The unprepared wear frozen frowns on their face,
freezing, now comprehending
He's born blind and had never before seen except with his third eye
He warns that the time is nigh, coz that alone can he see,
But nobody stands by to listen when he speaks