That hand

It was a bit of courtesy and a bit of fear
Fear of society and perhaps its own conscience
That led it here to wipe my tears
It’s pretty dark now and no one will see
That the hand is gone and tears all over
It does not destroy
It does not kill
It just wins peace over peace
And it’s not to be threatened of the state of devastation
Because it’s needed there the most
In the society of horses
Horses stood quiet
In the society of sparrows
Sparrows chirped
In the society of dove
Dove loved
In the society of men
Men lashed out
Not knowing that the birds, horses ran away
Soon came trouble
Soon I lost
In the society of men
That doesn’t care
Sipping beer under the crown
Of life colours and dead thoughts
That smell of what not


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