Blind Cattle 

The plague which you call society
is a herd of cattle,
doomed to eat the grass they grow,

Idiot servants believe in what they will,
they cut themselves...
stitch their stitches,
and bathe in the blood of their wishes,

The thoughts of another never matter
when all you have is yourself,
A person who is himself
is insightful,
A person who is someone else
is blind.

thanks to whom ever gave me this poem i have forgotten who it was.