The Blind Leading The Blinds Poem by AMADU KAMARA

On my way from the unending journeys of success,
I came along four beggars and each one had lost one sense.

The irreparable light of man becomes dark in their world
And man's alternative which is choice has become very blurred

With poverty that is turning their society into a bitter leaf to chew
especially with unrealistic hopes and dreams like a shadow in a dew.

Slowly, they move uniformly with a stick as their leader
Babbling and chatting to themselves like real brothers from same mother

With perspiration of labour running down their cheeks
And their tattered clothes and shorts dangle in the breeze.

My thunderous heart rumbles with tears of sorrow
With an empathy of the pains in their bones marrow

Society's social ladder becomes too tall to be reached
Because of mankind's snobbery that cannot be easily breached.

You are better than us that sees corruption everyday
Because your lost sights always see heaven's blessings each day.

Hear me! leaders of theft services that the blinds need homes
Hear me! rich and selfish people that they need to be your clones.