The Bluest Eye

The bluest eye, the strongest chin
The straightest tie, the ones who win
Who never fail to land the deal
Who never compromise, who never yield
Who pay the man and tip the help
And never question their deepest selves
Their right to own, their right to claim
Their greater value, the family name

The bluest eye, the softest touch
The merest glance might be too much
Don’t question how this world turns
Just take your piece and watch it burn
And set your waste upon the fire
Drown every doubt, quench each desire
Your right to own, to dominate
To take at will until there’s nothing left to take

The bluest eye won’t shed a tear
Just stares ahead, no doubt or fear
God bless us all and may we thrive
Each one who breathes, each one alive
What will remain, what will survive
How will it feed that bluest eye
Just gouge it out and rend it blind
No more to see, that bluest eye