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Blind Eyes
The old man growls and shakes his head
He denies the truth the young one said
Old man lifts a finger and points to the sky
And claims the sky is gray and says all is lies
The young lad looks troubled and stares at the man
Old man just grins and speaks of the land
He then forms spit and spits at the ground
Old man takes his cane and lets it fall down
The young lad?s eyes fall still at the sight of the cane
Old man grins once more then shrikes by the pain
The lad help him sit and asks why he speaks
Speaks such puzzling words, that have no value or mean
Old man looks up sweaty by the heat of the day
He then says he speaks what his eyes see and say
The lad says the sky is blue and states the crops are good
Why must he spit and point at natures good mood
Old man sighs and looks at the lad
Explains the war days and what he once had
Sure the land still blooms and the sky vividly shine
But he claims he sees dead grass and yellowish pines
He says the land is good, and the rivers are clear
But they once flowed with blood, and triggers him tears
He declares nothing will vanish from his mind or his touch
He cries his eyes have seen far too much
Then the old man falls silent and suddenly stops
The lad turns to the old man and sees his head down
He looks low and sees tears wet the dirt ground
The old man continued with a low voice this time
"My life has been grief, too see all die shuts my eyes and makes me go blind"
"Forgive me my grandson, live your life and be kind
But if war shall stammer, step first in line
And protect this land you love the same way as I did
Just don't commit my mistake, to go blind as this land is being sold and bid
Wait until you see it flourish once again"
The young lad smiles and picks up a flower
Places it in the old man?s hand and whispers...
"Papa, you are all but a coward"
