The Raised Hands

The hands rose
To cut the trees
The hands rose
To raze the green
And raise tall buildings


The hands rose
To kill the beasts
The hands rose
To grasp everything
that was within reach

The hands rose
To make a demand
The hand rose
To put them down
And to command

The hands rose
To shade the eyes
The hands rose
To clutch the throat
That was parched and dry

The hands rose
Begging for rains
The hands rose
For all that poured
Was lost down the drain

When the hands rose
In humble supplication
It was one among many
Lost in the ruination

When the hands rise
Let there be contrition
Let there be change
Let there be compassion.