A Truth

I am the hand The builder, destroyer I am your surgeon, your doctor, your lawyer I wrote the laws that defined bad and good I forged pacts and bathed in Caesar’s blood I brought music from the most primitive man I gave rise to the pyramids from the gold, barren sand I made the strokes you now know as Mona Lisa I sweated over the foundation of the Leaning Tower of Pisa I crafted Shakespeare, Alexandre the Great I dreamt the ruling that defined the Black Man’s fate I loaded the first musket, fired on the first man I am the reason the disabled can stand I am the hand a Blessing, a Curse I abide by one law For better or for worse