Blinded

a look at the human race

Pain slips slides and falls
Hurts and cries but never dies
The lonely crow calls
Completely surrounded by flies
We pass by never care
It’s what we’ve learned
At it we swear
As if we have never read
Stories of hurt and misery
Where the hero never lives
And the girl’s always Mary
Still we play with knifes
Still we’re blinded
Still narrow minded