POETRY CORNER – Hands by Onyew


Bowls of perfection

Holding nations.

Channels of divination

Molding creations.

My hands, your hands

They enable, actually, our plans

Yet, watch hands destroy,

See hands cause tears

These hands snatch joy

And have over the years

Taking lives

Causing pain to thrive.

We seem to just watch our hands,

Destroy this nations chance.

Can we try to forget asperity?

Try turning our hands to prosperity?

Why not?

If not?



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