Of human blindness, and its cost
We find a people strangely lost
In wishing ill on those they find
To whom the Fates have been more kind

It’s funny how we cannot see
The things we do reflexively
Like envy others what they have
And think that this our souls will salve

So we don’t strive for blessedness
But to prevent others’ success
And human blindness, hard and fast
Turns into madness at the last