I am here
You are here
We are here
With tools of love
Tools that need no gloves
Tools that will spill no blood
So let’s make love
The stethoscopical hands can revive
Any heart and make it come alive
It can then work to bitterness deprive
The healing arms can encircle me
When I fume at the atrocities your talking machine spew
That you mean no harm I can see
No need for the hands to fly about in pain
When it can give and comfort gain
No need to boil hot anger
In the heart when it can spread love around.
No need to use the teeth to tear beings apart
When it can spread smiles
No need to kill a soul with the mouth
When its curving shares affection
No need to put a sharp machete at your back
When I can rest my head for comfort there
No need to make the heart dark when you can make it bright
No matter how bright the heart is, it can never blind and hurt
Like the heart of darkness
So hold me
Look at me
Smile at me
Open your arms and let me come in
And let’s make, serve and spread love to humanity in entirety.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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