If we were all blind,
Then what would we see?
No pretty or grand,
We'd equally be.
If we were all blind,
Just what would we use
To judge fellow men.
We'd have to refuse.
We'd not see their color.
We'd not see their clothes.
No looks on their faces
Or moods to disclose.
Our tears would be lost
To the darkest of nights.
Our pain would submit
To the sound of our cries.
We'd miss the bright sunshine.
The sight of the rain;
The rainbow?... A memory
Lost deep in our brain.
The perpetual darkness
Surrounding us all
Would bring us to knees;
Our egos would fall.
The help that we'd need
Might generously be given,
As we'd share the same fate
and emotions are driven.
We'd each of us feel
Our souls come forth.
The truth in our hearts
Would show us our worth.
We couldn't decide
Based on color of skin,
If we'd love or hate,
Or do a life in.
The reason for prejudice
Would suddenly die.
On help from our neighbors,
We'd have to rely.
Our lives would be changed.
No dependence on sight.
And how we behave
Would determine who's right.
If peace is the ultimate
Goal that we seek,
If we were all blind,
Our hearts would then speak.
No object of hate
Determined by fear,
Will leak through our souls
As each person draws near.
This darkness a veil,
No shroud can undo.
No wicked advance
When I look at you,
Or reason to hate
When you look at me too.
No fist in the air,
Or cultural despair.
No anger dispersed
Through a frozen stare.
If we were all blind?...
Perhaps,
Peace of mind!
Deborah Lomax-Reid©
2015
