Hands

Who endeavour to see sweat?

The sweat which they,

Shallow in the day light,

And in the night dream.

Who’s eyes spark?

On their beneath breathe,

The metallic mind,

Which shattered by the shadow of own.

Work day work night,

But what they find,

The dim dazzle,

In their shelter.

Accumulation of their

Spend in an hour

Cry in the wilderness

When Children in pain

Let’s you and I,

Stand for them,

For metamorphosis,

Their life from Perdition to Paradise

Hell for leather,

For their welfare

You and I,

You and I.