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A Leg Without Hands

Under this storming downpour we gathered,
Hopelessly without shields to cover our skulls.
In impassivity of hatred we slathered,
As we stand afar to each other in the repulse.

Our lineament knows no grin,
Like a gather at a funeral of a sheep.
To our heart loneliness and contradiction akin,
For the humane in us is already asleep.

The universe turned her back on our assembly,
As the sun refused to chuckle at us.
Our act as makes us shiver and trembly,
Towards each other, we fuss.

A leg need hands to cover its feet during rain,
Hands need legs to stand to uphold the shield.
Let not legs and hands from each other abstain,
As we all gathered under the rain in this field.

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