Blind Eye(Not a poem, but a story)

He sits on top of his stoop watching as hatred spits out the mouth of the world. He covers one eye. All he sees is the crime, rape, wrongs of the universe. He is bound to only see one thing; the wicked, as he calls it. Now I’ve decided what to call him since he will not allow to let his name to be know. His nickname is the news. News, as I said before covers only on eye. That eye can see all the good in life. The lives saved in a fire. A simple act of giving a dollar to the poor. Everyone has asked him to stop doing such a thing, but he refuses. No one understands him. Why does news do this? It makes no sense. I tell news… no, don’t do what they want you to do. If you are to judge, better see both sides of the spectrum. He turns to me… that’s it. I think I’ll leave it like that.