Blinded by obedience

Blinded by their light.
Is it wisdom? Is it tripe?
Or a window of sorts
to choices if not insights?

Yearning can get tiring
When our fears are always near.
Better then, it seems, that
Into the sun we peer.

Perhaps it will burn us.
Worse still, even blind.
Then maybe that's the answer
When we're blind, it's alright.

They can pillage, they can ravage,
Humiliate and digress.
Our resources, they can plunder.
Death and destruction... what success!