A blind man waits at the door-
waits for his stop to arrive.
A smile and the cane to oar
this human tide, and survive.
We hustle, bustle and fight
to jump on the bandwagon.
Though we know the wrong from right-
we grease the wheel of jargon.
The blind man sees without eyes.
We turn a blind eye to vice.
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