through these blindfolds

the guns are aimed;

through these blindfolds,

we cannot see.

polluted among the suited;

invisible pickpockets hover,

dictators speak

in such a beautifully counterfeited manner

all to get the trusting convinced.

and yet before we know it,

they have us all setting sail

 in the ocean of the deceived.

 the guns are aimed;

through these blindfolds,

we cannot see.

polluted are we,

among the suited.

don’t let us get away.

c.  2016  bgw