The Wicked Hand

The hand,
The wicked hand of man,
That receiveth the granted talent
Has now trespassed,under the sun
And never posed a minute, to relent
The evil hand of man’s under the curse
And forsaken even the chance to repent
And ask God to forgive us

The hand’s supposed to offer compassion
Now’s throwing bobs and punches away
And gone astray of the intended mission
And even raises the swords⚔ to slay
Shedding blood of the innocent nation
Leaving the desolate, with nothing to say

The hands we raised on sundays to worship,
Is now stealing from the naivé church
And pointing the index finger to gossip
Forgetting the blessings we came to search

The hands when calling for help we raise
Grabs eventhe poor survivors in wreckages,
Discriminates others basing on their race
And later clap so hard in church to praise

And this hand, the long hand
That raises the bible so high, taking oath
Accepts ‘kitu kidogo’ from the evil one
It’s full of dust and lust
with no remaining space to receive
Any more blessings from High Above

The hand that held the pen to jolt down my dreams
Is now holding a rubber, threatening to erase it