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One hand

Shackles are broken.
Walls have fallen.
Doors have opened;
It took one hand.

One black hand
reached out to other hands
of every age and colour;
held them in his own.

One frigid winter day,
hope hanging in the air;
One black hand
pledged an oath,
laid one brick;
laid the new path.

But one hand
cannot break apart
ten thousand shackles,
rebuild two towers,
hold the weight
of the world.

Not one hand.
Not one man.

Photo: U.S. President Barack Obama Takes His Oath, public domain image

7 thoughts on “One hand

  1. Interesting juxtaposition of words and image. Made me think of “Footprints” (I’m strange, I know). I especially like the last two stanzas.


  2. Stanzas 1 to 3: yes, yes.

    Stanzas 4 and 5: i’m not so sure.

    For want of a nail… etc. The lack of one man (even though it could have been a different man or woman, but i mean the lack of this man’s approach) has led to such a lot of negatives – let’s hope the presence of that man is the start of enough positives to outweigh them.


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