A Clenched Fist Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

A Clenched Fist



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

Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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Cynthia Buhain-baello

Cynthia Buhain-baello

Manila, Philippines
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