These are the others

Welcome to the zoo

If I must close my eyes, it is to pray
I try to see only good in others
Yet I can’t see the good in “the heavy looters”
When you probe the story, the words get faint
So much that the blind is tipped off balance
I try not to hear them, but the media keeps speaking
Now the table they stand on is squeaking
The things heard have brought me here
I try to look, this time without scrutiny,
All I see are crazy monkeys, holding all the cards.

Vera

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