A hand of hope is encountered
Through the dark a promising light
The soft texture is extended to a hand of a different shade
Reassuring, makes swiftly a grasp upon quivering joints

A hand of greed is revealed
Possessed in its immensity
The choking grasp saps its brother of feeling
A spectral in white tortured by the mask of tender limbs

A hand of sorrow weeps
Aimlessely searching for light
Justification indefinite, the dark horror revealed
Limp in the grasp of its superior, the will of living is no more

A hand of tyranny awaits
Pouncing against the flesh
The search for the imminent truth engaging
The hand knows know wrong