Social Justice Poetry

These Hands | A Social Justice Poem by G. Louis Heath

THESE HANDS gripped the machetes
in Rwanda to butcher 800 thousand.

THESE HANDS poisoned and starved
millions, burned to ash in WWII ovens.

THESE HANDS launched rockets into
Aleppo, striking innocents into carrion,

spattered amid shattered concrete and
tangles of rebar, wire, and precious toys.

THESE HANDS did evil work, spewed from
the gut of Hell. They belong to killers who

claim allegiance to noble causes. No soap
can wash THESE HANDS, dirty with denial.

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