Genetically Made Machines

Hands have clasped hands.
Hands have squeezed throats and pride.
Hands have no before brains can say no.
Hands, rough and calloused have injured and stolen.
Despite the pain, caused and received
Every morning and evening,
He turns them over in his
And kisses them
And loves them
For all that they are
And all they have done.
♠ ♠ ♠
Just think about everything you can do and have done with your hands. I wrote this while I was in a bad and twisted mindset and it helped me believe that love can eixst.