Classic Poem

He saw the noonday sun,
The shadow cast by trees,
The distant hills in blue veils run,
The women weeding on their knees,
The sweaty plowman close behind,
And yet the man who saw was blind.

He saw the twilight come,
The lights flash in the streets,
Thousands hurrying from the hum
Of great machines, the roar that beats
Into the heart and brain of humankind,
And yet the man who saw was blind.
. . . . .

He saw the starving world,
He never met the need,
The great god Greed had always whirled
The dust and blotted out the seed
That might have blossomed in his mind,
He did not know that he was blind!