Well this poem is nt too good i was just drunk and decided to do some rhyming lol
TITLE:Hands of God
Today, my moral is low, Hands are weak/
My feet are soar, lips wont speak/
Today, i look upon yonder horizons/
I see nothing but dust a rising/
War and fammin, Cause lust is thriving/
Tomorrow, I build anew from dusk till dawn/
I build afresh, away from mans lust and spawn/
Away from mans filthy trust and evil/
In a land less *dee-ceetful/
My bricks will stand tall against mans evil/
And, with gods speed, our feet will hold this ground/
And do our lords deed/
And each man struck down/
Gods hands will make anew away from greed/
*spelling altered to fit accenting
Michael Bosher