A clenched fist cannot shake hands
It cannot reach out and make peace.
Hate is the main thing it understands
Its pounding rage can never cease.
A clenched fist aims to hit or strike,
A stubborn, wayward will it breeds.
Its fury breaks out like a dike
Destruction spreads its evil seeds.
A clenched fist rules in sheer anarchy
Taking by force and vulpine motives,
It never knows care or generosity
A clenched fist kills, it never gives.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.06.14
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