Tainted Hands

Stand with me

Gaze upon this place

This desolation of humanity

Feel no sorrow from the rubble

Weep not for the ones buried

Victim’s cries cannot be printed

 

Another victory

Another’s defeat

The victorious praised

Set in stone

The defeated soon forgotten

Etched wood decays

 

Walk upon cold ashes

Feel the warmth of death beneath

No wind to gust away your deeds

No rain to wash away the blood

Your hands forever stained

Yet remains a mind so free.

 

 

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Author: Daniel Gibbon

This site is dedicated to sharing experiences I have had, the good and the bad. I am an aspiring blogger, graphic designer, photographer and director with some interesting experiences to share. I have generated all content on this page from scratch through drawing, creative writing and photography. Stick around and enjoy the lucidity of life.

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