Touch the Hands


Touch the hands whose nails demand
A second look, a picture book, of rings

To tell the eyes I'm full of pride
Like money wasted to display

Importance of this sparkling spray of
Wealth, appearance all to see
I care for self instead of thee.

Touch the hands case hardened by, the wear, the
Drudge, unto my own where families bide.

From dusk till dawn the nation's pride.

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