And the world turns round
And all of the people
Knowing, knowing

They look straight ahead
Down their pre-programmed track, not
Showing, showing

Their faces are blank
Their eyes are shut tight
Not seeing a thing
At least, not quite

For blinders are good
To direct a horse
But humans are bound
By a transcending force

Their eyes may be closed
At least at the start
But no one can close
A human heart

How much longer must the world turn on
Before the blinders and the tracks and the blankness are gone
Before the heart breaks through
As only hearts can
And man sees the suffering of his fellow man?