The half blind give advice on where to look
The soft tongued sell us slogans of defeat
The religious read us stories from old books
The thieves like best to point to vicious crooks
As we amble down the just vacated street
The half blind give advice on where to look
We win a gamble yet it is a fluke
We love our loss, we like to be downbeat
The religious read us stories from old books
The terrorists are now in charge of truth
The former rulers in their slippers creep
The half blind give advice on where to look
The teachers are afraid of learning loose
The tangent to the circle is too steep
The aged read us stories from old books
Love is rare yet sex is very cheap
Timers on the bed end duly beep
The half blind want to control where we look
The religious agonise about The Book
How my heart sings 
Dear David
Thanks so much for comparing my writimg to these giants.I sometimes put a sentence or two on to say that any moral or ethical criticism is directed towards my self primarily
All the best,Katherine
Hello Katherine. This poem reminds me of the poetry of the great mystic William Blake and also some of Yeats and Wordsworth too–” the world is too much with us, getting and spending”–“who also saw in their era a warped environment.. You are a poet moralist in a good sense that good poets and writers often are sensitive to what is happening to us to in a way many other people are not.. Thank you for another fine poem. Best, David