Poet of the River
Human Ignorance (Thought) - Poem by Poet of the River
What is it we see when we choose to close our eyes?
Is it some form of security we hold dear?
Why are there so many truths we have backed upon lies?
Are they done not out of anger, but out of fear?
How can we sit silently choosing not to see,
As if we are lost in the recklessness of our youth?
How can we close our eyes and choose to believe,
Knowing what we hear is not the truth?
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