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The Blind Man
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The Blind Man |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110
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The blind man is laughing A the side of the busy street At the tap, tap, tapping Of all the busy peoples' feet But its the kind of laughter, That brings tears to his eyes. But its the kind of laughter, For when a foolish child dies. The old man stands shaking And starts to ride The sidewalk with cane tapping Rythmicly side to side But the blind man is not happy Oh no not this great sage No the blind man is not happy He is a furnace fueled by rage A skinned knee for a child His mother crouched beside A bout of laughter for the addled With his rage trapped still inside Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
ok honestly i don't get it, but still i find it intruiging, it's not every day you think of an angry blind man...well I just watched Electra, but still...hmmmm. How can I stand here and not be moved by you? - Lifehouse |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
Look through the eyes of a person who has been blind their entire lives. When you fall, people laugh throughout your entire life. It dosent matter if they find it humorous because its funny, or because of your disability they laugh anyway. Thus, when someone else falls... especialy a child when children can be so cruel the pent up frustration and anger bubbles to the surface a little in the form of a cackle. dunno if that clarifys |
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