Dessert hands

The cracks get longer as the work gets harder Looks chain you down as you pay by hand Judgment looks you down to your emotion Shame comes over you like a lunar eclipse People listen to words preached by Cesar “Si se puede” echoing off the walls Hands are the fuel to our body It is the hands that pick the last harvest SILENCE is the yell of tomorrow The cracks never believed in changing the world But the change has inspired worlds beyond