Actually
move, move to motivate a fractured world
a world that too often in a time of need
sits dumbfounded upon
its own feeble hands, hands that too often
and otherwise spend days woven together,
as if clasped hands could actually catch mercy
or if mercy and compassion could actually
arrive out of grasping, grasping onto our internal nightmares
instead of actually reaching out with stretched arms
and open hands, hands ready to catch, to comfort or
when necessary actually take a bit of control
of the chaos being instigated by those with
clasped hands or those who still sit upon their hands
equally aware and yet uninterested in doing anything,
anything but clasping their hand in contemplation,
contemplating the end of the conflicts that confine us all
but without actually getting off their asses, to do anything to
help motivate some sort of cohesion for this
fractured world.
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