Guilty Hands Poem by Roshni D'Souza
Guilty Hands
Where do we begin
to inhume our inhumanity;
Given that our tastes
are now used to its acerbity.
Insincere innocuous innocence
fused with feigned ignorance
illuminates precious little
than our sheer arrogance.
Calloused coalitions
Across the lands;
We might never escape what
we exhume with our own hands.
very we are used to this...even inspite of the dangers we go on..innocence would have illuminated...lovely
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3/21/2023 9:17:18 AM # 1.0.0.1112
'Calloused coalitions Across the lands; We might never escape what we exhume with our own hands.' Amazing poem, I love the above lines most,10+++