Turn a blind eye
To the naked greed that feeds on its own,
First class fare, caviar and limousine luscious lick,
Blame England is the well-run alibi.
Turn a blind eye
To arrogant clerics, self-seeking suckers,
Power, prestige,in nomine meum corpum,
While children cried,” Please God, not me tonight.”
Turn a blind eye
To the marooned migrant on our shore,
Cead Mile Failte, muffled and mildewed,
Revealing our floorboards of fear.
Turn a blind eye
To drink and drugs, distilled perfection,
Consuming, changing, obese,
Enough is a wordless whim in this wasteland.
Turn a blind eye
To the shackles of oppression,
Compounded by a subtle satellite, insincere,
Slicked over you, like Glaucus from the deep.
Turn a blind eye
To Javier Gomez and the community of Santa Cruz,
“The weather is getting drier and the rains are getting less.”
The shoeless carbon footprint of the poor.
Turn a blind eye
To Raftery and King Lear, the poet and the seer,
Through wandering, suffering and returning home,
They own their memory and shout, “It is the blind who see.”