Crippled hands

The fingers keep on fighting in the trenches of the hand

The bigger picture’s lost when narrow visions make demands

Slowly losing grip till just one digit’s standing tall

The ruler of a crippled hand that serves no use at all

 

Dividing and subtracting till we’re nothing more than fractions

Dialogue lays dying as we war over distractions

Understanding’s slaughtered whilst from gallows difference sways

When absolutes hold reign and promise heaven hell is raised