In The Hands Of Man Poem by Prince Kenny Osei

If the hearts opaque
Not ever yearns for
A concerted evidence
To hold captive
Wonders of this claim

Stands at ease even
In states unborn and
Accents yet unknown
In the palms of man
Where evil recedes from
Multitudes Incompetence

Becomes the ascendancy
In the hands of man
Where harmony turns
Out to be a prospect
Persistence ever renders
A certainty

In the palms of man
Where familiarity always
Breeds contempt
Indecision surrenders as
Thief of time

In the hands of man
One's entitlement wither
Just as one sighs for relief
In the hands of fellow man


Repercussions assumes the
Spectrum of day light
In the hands of man