Image Credit: Serubiri Moses, from the Africa Issue (c) 2013
Open your eyes to see the invisible lines
Which you have drawn like lines of latitude
Or longitude across this spinning ball
Open your eyes to see
The well crafted invention of your stupidity
Customized to meet the need of your greed
Open your eyes to see
The thick lines drawn on the vague margins
Of colour, of lack, of faith
Of sense, and of limb impairment
Open your eyes to see
The breathing skeletons in your neighbourhood
Calling your name in between their last gasps
Open that third eye
Securely locked in the dungeon of your heart
And see that in this world
Only the sighted are blind
Victims of an ancient illusion
So, only the blind can see
Because they are blind to the imaginary lines
Which are drawn between you and me.
