Hands Of Many Poem by Corey Baker

Hands Of Many



own too much land
build the house on sand
damn your rightous hand

victims of your fame
not treated the same
selective judgement in shame

have your day
have your day
mine is on the way

but when one mind ends
something else begins
but without a scream
nothing short of a whisper
hands of many
minds of few

feul the masses
feul the masses

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Corey Baker

Corey Baker

'Lowell, Mass.'
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