Blind to Evil

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Promises I can not keep,
Social skills I do not seek,
But do not use...
Nor care to lose
The embers of my heart.

Wishes that I can not see,
Nightmares that myself set free,
I do not seek,
Nor care to seek
The distance of your smile.

Decisions that I can not make,
Moral values at such stake,
I do not send,
Nor care to send,
The chances of my world.

Witnesses that care to view,
The world in all but very few,
I do not see,
Nor care to see,
The evil in humanity.

By Boneata Bell. 31.07.12 Copyright 2012

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