hands are not just hands

some hands hold

coins, some pens,

some grenades, 

some babies, some

hands hold hands,

no question asked,

hands kill, 

hands caress

some hands cannot

hold nor let go,

but the soul can wake

into another dream,

take rest on a hand,

feeding on warmth.

we can change the story, 

now, tomorrow, from here.

just move, ride the

bicycle , so easy,

learn by doing.

fall, rise, ride.

hands can touch

without hands.

when thunder rolls,

when earth rumbles

some have no space

in their mind, some

none in their heart.

intellectuals, artists,

doctors,psychologists,

some give,create,burn, 

grow cold, and the

lava slowly thickens,

some come empty, 

suck my blood,

fill sadness into me,

leave, them sad too.

all want to be free,

but few dare

to bear consequences

to stand up, to change,

to act, and truth

indeed is hard to meet:

don't confront but ask

or give up.