Hand

This hand, oh this hand that blesses and curses.

It has a mind of its own.

This hand, oh this hand that builds and destroys.

It has changed the world.

This hand stroked you with one side and struck you with the other.

This hand, oh this bloody hand covered your mouth

As it molested you and snatched your innocence

Right from under your feet.

This same hand masturbated your mind and promised you

The world in a blinged up glove.

This hand, like yours, came into this world grasping, groping and

Hungry for a clutch of life giving air.

It became greedy and grabbed the meat off your bones.

You shook this hand and it took your arm off your shoulder.

This hand received kindness and dished out spite.

This is our hand, that we wash with kindness,

Revenge, hatred, vengeance, concupiscence cocooned in lasciviousness.

Our hand that embraces the redemptive silhouettes of auras we

Do not yet understand.

Let us hold hands and make a hand chain that protects, nurtures, defines and

Builds hope and safe spaces for our children.

These hands have potential to inspire and not kill.

My hand print by Gary Schneider, recently on exhibition in New York. For More Of This Artist’s Work, please Click HERE!

Frank Malaba © 2011