Keeper

Am i my brothers keeper, or a flockʻs shepherd,
Must i herd the vanity of my soul,
To enrich the will of those in bid,
and,
To enslave the will of those in poverty,
Are my eyes bleached of blindness, or,
Are my eyes blindfolded,
Please,
Allow me to see, what every person denies to see,
The truth bleeds in the beholders eyes infringed.