The Blind

I am blind worse than Taha Hussein

And better than flies.

I can't see the truth of things.

I can't differentiate between virtue and vice.

I can't see the sense of the daily dirty game



Blindness poked my father’s eyes,

Dried up my mother’s blood,

And warmed up my children’s hearts.

Doctors, careless and gay, said

We were fated to live blind

And it would be wrong to want to live otherwise.



Blind am I!

Dead am I!

Mad am I!



The dirty game went on,

Doctors understood its rules and became masters.

The blind, like me, consoled each other,

And hoped for a calm and peaceful end.