Thursday, March 01, 2007

Photophobia



When
Are we going to
see?
                                   
                                        Not just look
                                        But
                                                                       SEE.
See how,
When the social workers
                                                 Run
                                                  To help victims in
                                                  far away lands,  
                                          The Victims in our own houses
                                     Cry mute tears and stuff gags into their spirit.
See how,
when the champion waves laurels
in the flourescent tubes
                                                               In the shadows stand,
                                          those beautful candles that burn unknown.
                                                         Carefully blank faces like
                                                                  stain glass windows

           But When will we 
           See?
When will they see
from behind the cool shades
That guard our eyes from seeing?

3 comments:

Poshgit said...

whoa!!!! lowwweee it...one of the best poems i've read...seriously git, this is good!!!

V said...

i m no pessimist
but this will never happen..seeing such

AtomicGitten said...

aatma.. i believe you ARE a pessimst. :D You don't even leave hope for a possibility!