Cant push that hand away
which reaches out to us
begging for a piece
of bread, cloth, peace or dignity.
Together he and i
walk this road of life
alone we are nothing
I don’t exist without him.
If I push his hand away today
tomorrow it will be my turn
when my hands will reach out
it will be pushed away by someone.
Life balances its ledger
neatly on each and every account
shrug away your collective dues
they will return as endless debts.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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