These five illustrious fingers
Hold no blame.
Machinal they can be called,
Only a hand in the fray.
A voice commands, rather,
A twisted, tortured voice.
Commanding the hungry “hands” of desire,
Leading rampant disregard with
Choices and chance scheduled within.
The treachery, the loss,
The unnamable threats.
Infinitesimal they stand.
If justice were to be served,
No land would uphold the weight.
Instead we cut off hands.
Lazy, delusional hands,
Responsible for the world
With no control of its own.