A short, weird poem about our hands, God, and the gift and curse they offer us. |
-The Hands We Are Given- by Keaton Foster Connected Unable To be rejected The hands We are given Appendages Conduits To our soul What we do Interactions Physical adaptations All of it is the difference Between beast and man Humans are animals At times abominable But We refer to ourselves As something greater Than just creatures We are beings Living, breathing Reciprocating fools Somehow thinking that this place This overgrown Garden of Eden Was completely built for us It’s just not true It was built for just two The first and the last But creation Was quickly turned Into the plague of humankind And like any thorough disease It has spread across the globe The hands We are given Simple apparatuses Able to complete The most complex of actions We can build monuments To our Gods and ourselves We can save many lives That would otherwise be lost We can do many amazing things But Of course we can do The most horrible acts imaginable We can destroy everything We can murder our fellow kind We can decimate entire species For no reason other than value There is nothing that our hands Can’t or won’t do They are connected to us Conduits to our brains Pathways to our hearts Feelable, flexible Unmistakable creations That make all the difference The hands We are given Direct implications as relating To the choices we are making We are all very capable Humans and creatures Beasts with a burden Animals with a purpose At first there were just two Opposing sexes God’s finite experiment He was often asking What could possibly happen Instead he should have asked What would if it did happen Lucky for us he never did His mistake was our salvation Two became the rest of us The hands We are given Have done many things And will continue to do more For better or worse For right or wrong All of it is just a Continuing side-effect Of an over abundance Of human existence… The Hands We Are Given Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |