Hands of Flamed Truth
Alone, twenty fingers count every breath
a law - keeper, invincible, his hands;
while gavel strikes once for plea's homestretch
and final rule, the ever wise ,commands.
His neutral face more prudent on this day;
as evidence seeks truth nailing what's fair;
Through outstretched morning, words duly convey
a wail of inked tears that stain crime's error.
Smokey the heat from palm burning inside,
announcing a verdict from conscience, free
to summon light for a never turning tide,
a discernment which flames on hands' decree.
The throbbing night braces to guide him on,
to rest his thumb, imprints never withdrawn.
Jajosh Ongado / 12' 15'13
With These Hands Contest/ Nette Onclaud
Visual 4
Copyright © Jajosh Ongado | Year Posted 2013
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