"Crippled thoughts of blind." By mikletimes

Crippled thoughts of crippled minds,
Crows from the city,
Going blind ,
The moon drifts off,
The sun! Arise.
Bask in the golden glow,
And the red of the skies,
Before it sets,
Stealing light from your eyes.
Turning you blind,
Like the crows in the city.
Blinded people, lives so busy