Clean Hands
no, i don't have clean hands,
but hold out your own,
and look there,
I see the blood of your victims,
the souls you drowned,
the words you said that are
branded on your hands.
your hands aren't clean either.
YOU ARE READING
watercolor thoughts [completed]
Poetrypoetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight
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