City Eyes - Poem

I’m wearing my City Eyes today

I don’t notice the horse that’s lame

next to the woman tapping my arm

or the child in rags, a bum

I don’t contemplate the education of the streets

I’m wearing my City Eyes today

I can’t look at the dirty man

who pulls himself by hand, his fate

or the cow dragging the weight

in the middle of a busy road burning in the heat

I’m wearing my City Eyes today

I won’t see the body I’ve kicked

partially hidden by a bus stand

or the tears on an outstretched hand

whose sole purpose of the day is to find something to eat..

Maaa.....  Maaa

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