The weak become strong,
For the fake are blind
The weak eyes have been burned
By the intense heat of hurt
A pain that turns a person blind
Blurring the vision
For tears of sadness lie glued to the eyes
But glasses of wisdom
Will soon be given to the weak
Making the vision crystal clear
The power to see the true in all
And feel no more pain
For the weak will see to the future
And the fake will stumble on the way
Paul Celano
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glasses-of-wisdom/
