JD (8-22-1969 / Santo Domingo)

Manos

Take a look at these hands
They are blackyellowhite

Take a look at these hands
They are hitchhiking
or behind the wheel of a large automobile

Take a look at these hands
They work and touch
They hurt and heal

Take a look at these hands
They can hold a knife
and a child at the same time

Take a look at these hands
They are bruised and dumb
They don't mind

Take a look at these hands
They are tombs

Take a look at these hands
They are what they are
Slaves of an animal

by Juan dicent

Comments (2)

Ufff. the ending, the horror.
Great poem my friend.