Make and Break

These five illustrious fingers

Hold no blame.

Machinal they can be called,

Only a hand in the fray.

A voice commands, rather,

A twisted, tortured voice.

Commanding the hungry “hands” of desire,

Leading rampant disregard with

Choices and chance scheduled within.

The treachery, the loss,

The unnamable threats.

Infinitesimal they stand.

If justice were to be served,

No land would uphold the weight.

Instead we cut off hands.

Lazy, delusional hands,

Responsible for the world

With no control of its own.

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