This is the story of the blind man and the seeing man

The blind man couldn’t see

of course.

But he could walk

And the seeing man couldn’t walk

of course

But he could talk

The blind man was the seeing man’s

legs

They were performers

and the bank

was their stage

The seeing man

was the blind man’s vision

he did the guiding and instructing

while the blind man did the

wheeling

Though the blind man

was the legs

he was leading performer

the drama in the play

The blind man brought the audiences

to their feet

Standing ovation

While the seeing man

made them bow

he put ’em on their knees

Though the seeing man couldn’t walk

he could see of course

he was the eyes for his companion

he kept him on course

The blind man played the rear

pushing the seeing man

in his wheelchair

“Turn right”

The blind man listened to his sight

They entered upon the stage

the blind man could smell the cash

in the bank

He never had a vision

perceiving what the stage was

Through his other senses

He tapped the floor three times with his feet

“Hmm….linoleum”

He rubbed his hand across

the oakwood counter

this would be his podium

The seeing man wrote this

script with braille

the blind man read it

with his hands

and listened to the intricate details

The seeing man glanced around the establishment

nervously

This was his first live

performance

he needed it to go perfectly

The cast was in position

The coast was clear

he wheeled himself and

took up post in the rear

The seeing man screamed

“Lights, Cameras, Action”

The blind man jumped

on his podium

in a seeing man’s fashion

He aimed the shotgun at his audience

looking down the sights

he had the gun fixed on the spectators

as if he had sight

“Everyone listen… you are extras

in this film titled, Robbery Adeux

If you move you will not have

a role in part two”

The seeing man played his role

he pulled the sawed off shotgun

and pumped it

He sat tensely in his director’s chair

watching his performers

hard staring them into discomfort

The blind man turned his attention

to the teller

He handed her a duffel bag

“Now listen to everything that I tell ya”

His acting deserved to be praised

Critically Acclaimed

they wore no mask as they wanted

worldwide fame

The blind man passed the bag

to the next bank clerk

The seeing man still hadn’t moved

he was on the alert

watching the actualization of his art

just as he brailled

the blind man was playing the part

The blind man stood behind the podium

stepping to each teller

shotgun poking them

down the line

the duffle bag moved

Stepped out of character

the security guard moved

The seeing man screamed

“One O’clock “

The blind man upped the pump

and blew off the security guard’s top

“Take two…

Please don’t let what happened to him

happen to you”

The seeing man pointed the pump

at the dead body

The blind man shoved the pump

into the next clerk’s body

The audience was cheering

the alarm was ringing

Someone hit the button

The police were coming

the sirens were blaring

“Cut!”

The blind man listened to his eyes

He turned his attention to his fans

and took a bow

Scene one of this drama was over

The blind man wheeled the seeing man

out of the bank

duffle bag full of money

hoisted over his shoulder

The End

Published by korymcclary1221

My name is Kory McClary, I am 34 years old. I am currently serving a lengthy sentence at the New Jersey State prison in Trenton, New Jersey. I am fighting for my freedom so that I may return to my family and loved ones. Yet, I know that it is a long, tough, and bitter battle to achieve that goal. But, with the grace of God Almighty, and for the sake of my family, I will fight on. I am using this blog as a medium to enhance my voice and to bring awareness to my unfair condition leading out of my unjust conviction. While spending almost all of my time in a cell, I chose to write so that I may voice the reality of my situation, because without awareness there can never be Justice...! To escape the harsh reality of prison, I use the pen to release my frustrations. I use the pen to manifest my imagination. And, most of all, I use the pen to Fight. I am fighting for my Life! Just by reading Kory McClary's Blog, you are giving my plight and my word's a voice. Thank you. Please, stay tuned...

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