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?