Your blood on your hands

Look at thy hands
What sawth thou?
A hand of a clean soul
Who has thou mudered?
No one
But yet why lieth blood on thy hands?
There is a question you dareth not answer
Has thou taketh the fruit of which I commandeth thee not?
Yet not anyones' blood
But thy blood on thy hands

poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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