one, too many

i’ve seen hands.
                hands that stink of violence.
                lovin’ hands,
                hands lost of hope,
                comforting hands,
                hands soothing crying eyes,
                broken hands,
                hands promising tomorrow,
                snatching hands.
i’ve seen people.
                twisting arms,
                chopping fingers,
                battering palms,
                wrenching nails,
                flailing fists,
                flexing biceps.
i’ve seen it all.
i tried to fight it all.
& i saw people weeping
who can’t wipe their tears
                                                    they have no hands.