Blind Fence


Two men on a separate fence,
Fear and motivation sharpens their sense.

With a blindfold on, could they see what they lacked,
That would keep them from killing or starting an attack?

A voice is all that differs, no color or flack,
You could find trust in any part of that.

If that fence was lowered and the blinds taken off,
What would come of this silly face-off?

If color matters, than why do you wear colored shoes?
Why did you kill so many Jews,
When they were the same color as you?

It's because evil has no face, no color or race.
It just takes the souls of the human race.

Controlled by fear and emotionless tears,
Fear, rage and anger and a deathly, hollow, weir.

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