Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Dreams of Clean Hands

How hard is it for one,
To keep one's hands clean in today's world?
A world filled with corruption and greed,
With misery connecting to every deed,
A time when people are all connected by money,
That inevitable entity, in the form of cash or electronic stash,
Which passes through many hands, some pure, some filthy,
In a world where some crooks are caught red handed,
While good men's hands turn red for no fault of theirs?
Alas, is there no way one can stay safe,
Untouched by the dirt of sin?
Is there man or woman who is truly pure and free from grime,
On this planet rampant in crime?
Is there a place one can run away to,
To save oneself from this ocean of filth?
Nay, even death does nothing, for even the graveyard isn't pure,
Such is the omniscience of sin on earth.

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