Walk into the Light

One sits in a wheelchair.
His legs elsewhere,
Only stumps remain
To remind him of the pain.

The other stands and fidgets
His eyesight is gone,
Why? it seems all so wrong.
Has it been like this for long?

The former plays a whistle,
While the other hews a violin.
Sad tunes of repetitiveness
Attempt to heal their hearts.

While some fill their time.
Serving wine in a restaurant,
Others have a myriad of problems to solve:
Tis a shame that appreciation is not shown.

Do these two real-life warriors
Get satisfaction at all?
They try net to think
•this would be their downfall.

They busk as the bustle.
Of feet strike the ground,

Pushing the people to everything and nothing.
They cannot hear or see a reason!

Where is the balance, a city provides?
Sounds of the whistle and the violin,
is repetitive when played the same way.
This is the only tune they know.

While the busses whistle by.
And the ants run for shelter.
The violinist and whistler
Play while their ship sinks.