These Hands Belong Together
Catch the Tear that Breaks for the Lives that were Lost
These hands belong together.
Please no more fighting and hatred.
These hands belong together.
Please no more shooting and looting.
These hands belong together.
Please no more pointing fingers.
These hands belong together.
Please put that shank away.
These hands belong together.
Please don't assault again.
These hands belong together.
Please don't smack that child.
These hands belong together.
Please don't take that hush money.
These hands belong together.
Please stop rolling those dice.
These hands belong together.
Please throw that bottle away.
These hands belong together.
Please stop that drug addiction.
These hands belong together.
Please stop beating that boy.
These hands belong together.
In prayer.
These hands belong together.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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