Blind Is Blind Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Can we not see
those whom
can not lead
out forth with
gental hand

Perception is
matter outside
looking in
true nature

Condion many
so give the hand
bonded for ever
never to see
unto those that
are blind they
still so can see

Empaty with heart
none may so depart
knowing and seeing
tears more than a heart

Such with a staff
unyielding will refusing
to depart creating
more art for the craft
of there heart
is the soul that drives

Rendered unto such
still give back
when they can be
kind