How Man Uses Hands

Man uses eyes to see

Man uses ears to hear

Man uses all the other body parts for much more

Man would not be remembered if it weren’t for hands

Man uses hands to be remembered

Man uses hands to type, draw, paint, sculpt

Man uses hands to write

I use my hands to write

I write for myself

I write for my enjoyment

Man was offered the gift of writing

This beautiful element of life is fading

Generations continue and Man is changing

The system corrupted

Children thought that writing could not be trusted

Teachers gave assignments with writing

Every children replied with a groan

My teacher says “essay” and I hear cries from the children

My teacher says 250 words and they swear it’s a million

Some kids stay quiet while they imprison their excitement

No one knows about their work, they have tons

Those kids are the lucky ones

They did not get possessed

We were given a gift

We gave it right back

Man is not simple

Man has attacked

Man started war against the asset

The world is contaminated with the bad thoughts of writing

How can Man be so shallow and cold

We were given a gift that we could not hold

Man needs a light to help see the gift and it’s beauty

I will help Man, it is my duty

I have not written anything to make the people remember

all I need on a stranded island is a pen and paper