Helping Hands

Helping Hands

Helping hands,
like a gift from above.
They dig their own grave,
like a mole
its way to freedom.

The man is standing tall.
Shovel way up high.
All he does is wait.
You’re all going to die.

Greedy hands
take what they can get.
Helping hands
have made his cozy bed.
They’ll sleep outside,
out of breath,
out of money.
They’ll sleep outside
and think all of this is funny.

Helping hands
can’t get a grip.
Helping hands
make the others slip.
Helping hands
forget to take their own.
Helping hands
let others die alone.

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Vincent van Zandvoort
Vincent van Zandvoort

Vincent van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller, drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff. Go read it, and don't forget to like, tip, and share it. Much love, Vincent

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