Hands pressing against a shield,
Hands curling in fists.
Hands raising in an angry salute,
Hands punching their enemy.
Hands brushing people away,
Hands wringing my heart.
Hands shielding the storm,
Hands making strife.
Hands held together,
Hands cupped over tearstained faces.
Hands brushing the baby's shoulder,
Hands holding families together.
Hands limp with weariness,
Hands holding the fallen bird.
Hands filled with anger and spite,
And then the hands of the world.
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Moments in Verse
PoetryI tried writing a description.... but apparently summing up a dream is impossible.