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.