Trying to communicate,
But they can’t see.
Dropping lines like a rapper,
But can’t differentiate other.
With a microphone talking,
Can’t hear they anything.
Loudly talking to be heard,
A noise debe treated bad.
Tiredly throwing the words,
But mad man looks.
Wasting their precious time,
With my important message.
Using the simplest language,
To them an alien culture.
Can’t see the rain sign,
Laying dark clouds upon.
Too blindly enjoying themselves,
But can’t see the signs.
Like a drunker I look,
For they can’t follow the Book.
They see the put,
Can’t see the output.
Burning with the word but,
They can’t see the hot light.