Hands Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hands

Ay people I want knife
pocket's or, kitchen's or, a butcher's
or maybe guillotine, or caliphs' of Islam.

Want to cut both my hands
as did it proudly CIA for El Che
as did the invaders of Spain
with Tupac Amaru, Catari and others
as did the British Empire with slaves
same did the Catholics, Popes ordered.

Once hands were for helping, supporting
once hands were for giving, and taking
now-a-day they have turned into shame
what is use of shaking; no feeling?

The best kiss forever was in palm
of a child, a baby's; and parents'
or holding a friend's, same gender
to show care, to show love
and respect…

But today you reach out to do same
and come looks: "He is gay."

Let the hands go to hell! ! !