Over the head
lies a sword
dangles to and fro
about to descend any time
comes the wind in a blow
the sword falls down with a thud
not on the target as expected
but down below with a blare
be it an end of danger
a symbol of significant peace
the head escapes unhurt
the taint remains unfazed
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An ode To Hands.
I see my hands
they look grand
lovely and fine
expressing a sign
The hands write
they do also fight
extending them out
would help many without doubt.
The hands work incessantly
lifting and holding reliably
giving a hand is helping
giving a big hand is clapping .
That goes with the hand in good sense
there being notoriety hence
that of accepting bribe
being no mean jibe
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The hand that rocks
does things in a shock
that of corruption in the go
tending to be fluent in the flow.
The hands that fold and pray
incline toward a slay
taking the sword in anger
or causing an ignominious trigger .
They being indispensable in all ways
has to be treated with reverence all days 
the good being greater in the run
let we forget the bad they commit as fun
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