Blindfolded Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Blindfolded
Dying the slow death of political infection,
it hides within our words
As we try to run, and try to hide,
its plague a constant scourge
Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts,
all freedom it commands
Directing the folly, conscripting all joy
—our blindfold it demands
(Dreamsleep: August,2019)
Friday, August 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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12/24/2025 11:49:24 PM # 1.0.0
Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts, all freedom it commands Directing the folly, conscripting all joy —our blindfold it demands.....so touching and impressive with a nice theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.