Blindness

by José Saramago

unless we feel that you have handed in enough, you will simply not get any food and be left to chew your banknotes and munch on your diamonds.

And as for you, said the hoodlum with the gun, I won’t forget your voice, Nor I your face, replied the doctor’s wife.

Of course, we were afraid and fear isn’t always a wise counsellor,

no longer grey, but all the colours that disgust might wear,

blindness is also this, to live in a world where all hope is gone.

hunger has always had a keen sense of smell,

we rob them of too much we are responsible for their death,

Images don’t see, You’re wrong, images see with the eyes of those who see them,

don’t think we did go blind, I think we are blind,