Two Hands
These two hands of mine, or of yours
Can hold weapons or cradle children
Can heal wounds or break bones
Can write worlds or build bombs
They relax to caress and form fists to punch
These hands, with practice, can do most anything the human mind can dare to think
These hands work, hard, for now and in many places
Whether I sail on boats or sleep beneath bridges
Whether I carry boxes or condemn criminals
They work. Hard.
Kings and queens can keep their castles
Leaders their nations and millionaires their millions
These two hands, humble yet Godlike, will do.
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