Rose-tinted Glasses [A Two-Part Poem]
World’s Blindness & Poet’s Vigil
1) World’s Blindness
Man can’t seem to see
He’s divided
The worlds in disarray;
All us little sheep
Are now fast asleep
While Satan’s on His way!
In the dead of night
He’ll burn daylight:
Covered us with blindness;
When we do awake,
It will be too late
Lost somewhere in the […]
