3 Blind Men Poem by Jake Gollon

Searching with no cause
Through the dark of night
Over nameless hills
Threatened by the plight.

We see that Three blind mice
Courageous as we're told
Honor this rodent species
Noble, yes, and bold.

Though their eyes impaired
complaints are nowhere found
How is it WE are scared?
When they scurry 'cross the ground.

They make their way about
Stay clear of human you.
For mice won't wage a war,
and needs are very few.

Nomads claim no land,
but simply ask to share
the food we throw to rot
and the air we breathe up there.

If mice can do these things,
Then why cannot a man?
If the blind see how to live,
What excuses do we have?

Mice wander in the streets
through the dark of night.
Daily dodging fears
and threatened by OUR plight.

It's we who have the plague.
Hypocrisy our leaders preach,
Hatred, Lies, and disrespect.
Whole peace seems out of reach.

Men with sight 6 billion strong,
and not a ONE could tell me why?
Mankind is tearing itself apart,
And we cannot see it through our eyes.

Three blind mice contain,
more wisdom than a man
who claims to see the light,
but fails to see the plan.

So who then do we trust?
What word is truly true?
Trust the blind men i say,
But I'm asking, what say you?

They judge you not by color,
or the clothes bought on a spree.
They seek to judge your soul.
That's something 'eye' can't see.

Let this be a lesson!
From the rats we often fear.
Before you set the trap,
Look into the mirror.

Try leading simple lives,
presume the blind of night.
Use your hands to see.
And to feel... use your sight.