A story

By M T   

There is a man with blind heart,
He wears his yellow jacket at the night,
And cross the streets , he absorbs the light,
He is intelligent and kind,
His life sounds magnificent and slight.

There is a man with black heart
He doesn't creat and he doesn't destroy,
He is not the one who starts the war,
But he is one who doesn't care
Even if he pretends that he does it.

There is a man with blind heart,
Nor words, nor feelings,
Nor forgiveness or distress,
Nor truth, nor lie, nor order, nor mess.

There is a man with blind heart,
He dress his yellow jacket at the night,
It might be you or might be me,
Who pretend to have freedom
Without being free.

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