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yes,
the hands may very well start
clean &
yes,
there might very well be an honest heart
in the chest of the body which extends the
hands &
yes,
there might be a brain with ideas that would
shock the world into a new century of positive 
change inside the head atop the heart & the
extending hands &
yes, 
we may listen with an open mind
to the voice coming from the brain attached to 
the heart & the cleans hands
in the beginning,
but,
when the polluting comes
it comes on as something never encountered
by our once honest, once idealistic &
once trusted 
hands, heart & mind---
the polluting of this individual may come in
stages,
where promises made to her/him are
accentuated by financial gains or 
the possibility of pure power,
or it may be something more subtle
which cannot be registered by someone of
lay means,
for the process of the polluting is never as 
revealing as the conclusive character
who emerges from the lair of the proverbial
“devil,”
reeking of the fluids expelled during the wild 
romp in his bed---
we see in the eyes
a heart that has gone cold & drifted far away
from the needs of the many &
we hear nothing of the ideals that had been
promoted by that brain which had been 
working in tandem with that heart---
instead,
now the polluted wo/man
steps out into the forefront of public life
with hands dripping 
blood & dirt,
permanently stained &
ever-deceiving---
corrupt to the core.

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