I saw the hands
Hideous hands
Hands of a monster.
Tearing apart
This world.
Our world.
Scraps of green trees, seas,
meadows, snowflakes,
raindrops and dewdrops
pressed down underneath
the finger nails.
Gone are we.
Gone are our gardens
Our streams,
Our beaches,
Our tomorrows.
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All gone.
But the hands remained,
Still itching for more
destruction.
I saw the hands.
The hands...
Were mine. My tears fell to nothing
Nothing.
"Oh mother what have I
done?"
There was no one left to
blame.
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