Our Strange World
The blind can hear
And the deaf can see
Thieves can prosper
While the virtuous suffer
Short people reach heights
While the tall sink low
The beautiful appear despondent
While the unattractive look radiant
The lame could go far
While the able stagnate
None would go wrong
Where hope’s still strong
And the deaf can see
Thieves can prosper
While the virtuous suffer
Short people reach heights
While the tall sink low
The beautiful appear despondent
While the unattractive look radiant
The lame could go far
While the able stagnate
None would go wrong
Where hope’s still strong
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@mahengonsal
Taking Ananda's comments, new poem Our Strange World (2) added today@23Ananda
thanks for your comment. Yes, there is lack of clarity and I would appreciate it if you could have a go at replacing the last 2 lines. I suppose what I was trying to say is that hope can distort realities.