![]() Hands that graspA Poem by SorenJealousy a slave owner's chains that hold their possession tight Love seen as something owned, not a gift but a right Birthed out of greed, DNA its seed, twin brothers of revenge and hate No prisoners escape, they all suffer rape as their servile fate Forgiveness the key that will set free the one that it gives Unlocked shackles of hate, no longer freight, guilt falls through love's sieves Believing men do the best they can, given the tools they possess Breaking chains of blame, leaving no rancor to you oppress
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