Blind, Deaf, and Mute

A poem about society, and the fear of reformation.

We shall speak no evil,
for the cost is much too high.
There are things we dare not say;
instead we spread a silent lie.

We shall hear no evil,
for we fear the hefty price.
To listen is to gamble-
we refuse to toss those dice.

We shall see no evil,
for that purchase bears a tax.
To see is to acknowledge
so instead we turn our backs.

Though no one speaks, it's true.
And though we don't see, it's there.
While we are deaf, they're screaming;
the disease is everywhere.

It's time that we come forward,
for this moment calls for change.
Let's list the veil together;
and, as one, let's rearrange.