In your blue eyes-I see
reflections of poor men
people you neglect because
Smilies are not worth pennies
Nor worth filth covered dollars.

Mischievous made in murder,
Red water on the tiled floor
Is nothing to worry about
In your blue eyes.

The desire to fire nine shots
Across the trench at robots
Or rather slaves programmed to do
Dirty work in castles made of sand
Now it is clear why we fear what's
In your blue eyes.



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