Blind Man’s Theatre
Dim the lights, raise the curtain,
Now it's time, though we're not certain,
To watch the show, in the evening glow,
With their silly jokes and microphones.
The actors take their places on the set,
With what kind of picture are we met?
What's this picture when they die?
If they fade away, this program lies.
Clapping, laughing, smiling, singing;
In all the darkest harmonies - the dissonance:
This is the Theatre of the Blind.
Lives kick and scream here lost in pain,
Sing the verse in time and turn the page,
In brighter light it looks the same,
Wrong or right, we're not to blame -
Welcome to the Theatre of the Blind.
They crawl alone, gasping, grinning at you,
But you can't see what's funny in their smile;
It's all lost - the screen is fuzzy;
I hear the screams and I can't laugh anymore.
All the paying patrons drop their jaws,
Not a voice or murmur - no applause.
Just distaste; disgusted horror fills the place,
Thank God that everyone is blind.
Nodding nearly napping in their chairs,
They’re wounded and bleeding - nobody cares,
They try to stab and kill each other;
And no one here is laughing anymore.
The children cry; there's women screaming,
This must be where Dante takes his meaning;
They all start running towards the door
Nobody wants to watch this anymore.
The grim macabre, bloody hands,
What will it take to understand,
There's nothing to be found here,
Save the dying and the blind.
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