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Dirty Hands

They say dirty hands are sign of clean money
A clean living
As if dirty hands are a moral compass
I don’t think they knew about you
You and your dirty hands
Dirt stained from hard labour
They are stained with innocent blood too
From the permanent scars your hands have tattooed on your son’s back
The blood that drips from your daughter’s sanctuary and the neck bruises from your grip too
To the emotions your other half endures as she tries to pick up the pieces of whatever is left of her family
You call her your “better half”, if only they knew it is because SHE IS the better half

The dirt on a your hands is a sign of the filth that in habits your being

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