Song of the hands

Always look
at the hands of a man.

Hands of children, spanking clean,
hands of children who will grow up.
Hands that in the night
seek what they never find.

Dirty hands of those who kill;
fine hands that order to kill.
Trembling hands, dry,
trembling hands,
hands of lovers.

Always look
at the hands of a man.

Such hard hands
of those who are hungry.
Such pure hands
of when we were children.

Always look
at the hands of a man.