Equal hands

Posted: March 26, 2014 in poetry

This known strange feeling
Decision to tell you my hearer
It lies between good and bad
Equal hands and toes you pray
Grasses in a meadow hands shook
The tall thick palm tree to bend
No strong stepping on the lower grasses
This is the last tale of oppression
Exploitation sent into a no man’s land
Life becomes but boring to live
Between helpful and helpless soul I lie
Helpful hands have been cut off
The egg of superiority develops
In the lonely womb with no place
Equality is but a fake prophesy


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