Hakim Fuhad Mansaray Poet Free verse

I AM THE HAND

I am the hand that pressed clay soft
beneath the sun where rivers cross
I drew the line, I marked the sign
and civilization called it mine.

I am the hand that stacked the brick
ziggurats rising slow and thick
step by step I reached the skies
to speak with gods through human eyes.

I am the hand that carved the law
on tablets firm without a flaw
I bound the chaos, shaped the land
with order flowing from my hand.

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