Hands That Grasp Poem by soren Barrett

Jealousy a slave owner's chains that hold their possession tight
Love seen as something owned, not a gift but a right
Birthed out of greed, DNA its seed, twin brothers of revenge and hate
No prisoners escape, they all suffer rape as their servile fate

Forgiveness the key that will set free the one that it gives
Unlocked shackles of hate, no longer freight, guilt falls through love's sieves
Believing men do the best they can, given the tools they possess
Breaking chains of blame, leaving no rancor to you oppress