A Hand That Never Wiped a Tear
An eyewitness to an empty void
A silent voice to thoughts screaming out loud
A bottomless pit of a materialistic world
A moment of prayer to a prejudice god
The heart feels heavy and hard
Bitter and weak like an apple gone bad
Compassion used to be a human trademark
It has left us, leaving a scar like a death mark
A ship headed full steam toward a rocky dock
we drown in sin like a sinking rock
Can kindness kill, just as pain can heal?
Tears dry up with the last sob, eyes begin to seal
We join each other in the corner of the mind
An unrelenting cul-de-sac like a closed hand
Once an open, receiving and absorbing sponge
Now degenerating, assimilating only to avenge
It is written in earth’s diary, in the world’s memory
In our daily lives, in human tragedy
Are my hands tied or broken behind my back?
Am I frozen with fear like a cold ice block?
A deep crack, an empty sack, a dirty stinking sock
Numbed with shock to feel a prick, a single minded track
An inevitable crash, in freefall, stuck
Can we stop to give love a break
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