BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

Blood on my hands

Blood on  my  hands, bright  red  and  warm

Where is  it  from , sticky  thick . Have  I caused  harm?

It  runs  slowly  down  my  fingers then drips on to the sand.

Where  am I , alone  here  with  blood on my  hand.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

Who  are  you to  blame  me,

Show  yourself , reveal  your face  let  me  see.

Why  me,  what  have I  done  to have  blood on my  hands.

I have  done  nothing , I do not  wage  war I don’t  make  stands.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

Take off the blindfold

I am  no one  just  an ordinary  woman, I have  never  hurt  anyone

I have  never have I  killed  so why  is there blood on my hands

Why am I here, this empty place, dirty under  this  sun

I need  to  wash  this blood  from  my  hands.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

I am your conscience, your  last  chance

Take off  your  blindfolds  and  stop  the devils  dance

Love  each other, share  what  you have   for a  change 

Before it is  too late , have compassion. That is not  so strange.

Our Conscience

 

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light. My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

38 thoughts on “BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS”

  1. I have more empathy and compassion than you could possibly know. What is this about? Is it a threat of some sort? Are you the person who was involved with my estranged ‘housewife”? Even if so, I hold no malice towards you and I am quite confused by your very….bloody poem-especially after receiving death threats last week. Was that you as well? Not that I wil ‘rat’ you out, it is not my way, not to mention I am eight hours away. Perhaps you have me confused with someone else? If you need to talk, I will listen, but just as a disclaimer, while safe with me, it is probably not wise to send such violent posts to other people on here. Cheers-M

    1. Hello M well, hum, I am not entirely sure if you are pulling my leg or not. I have decided to assume you are not teasing and explain that this a poem about the guilt we all ( as humankind) carry for the wars, poverty and famine and desecration of our planet. I am saying we all have blood on our hands and we should listen to our consciences, being totally idealistic I know , as the world will never change humans are too selfish.
      So no, this was a personal slight on you I do not know you or your ‘estranged housewife’. I have never threatened anyone in my life so this is not a personal death treat, lets be clear it is no treat death or any kind to anyone. I hope most people will see this as a poem, …. I suspect you are laughing now …anyway have a great week!

      1. It’s such a sad world , we seem like we are all headed to hell in a hand cart . Such awful things happening here in the UK too. 💜

      2. I can barely begin to imagine. I’m from Puerto Rico, the USA colony … there’s significant conflict in my tiny country. I’ve
        always felt a connection to the UK … don’t know why.

        I feel the world is ‘upside down’ … there are evil forces wanting to upend things. Quite concerning.

        Brexit, Boris, Nigel … never imagined!! 😳

      3. I know and now machete attacks on police, shootings and stabbings are daily occurances here …so very very sad. I hope you stay safe and well

      4. I’m safe! I’m well. I’m home … going back to Florida late this month. Then traveling back and forth.
        You stay safe too!! 🇬🇧

      5. Never in my lifetime! I’m very happy I am the age I am … not too much to go! If I were a youngster, millennial … it’d be disheartening! 😢 … yet things are accelerating. May be a witness to destruction, etc!

      6. Yes it is so sad, I fear for my grandchildren, I fear for my children too. I am getting on too, but I fear the future still.

      7. It seems to be dark everywhere. I wonder if it was always like this and we didn’t know. We know now bc the world is smaller due to instant news, techno and the web.

        Look at us … you in the UK, me in PR!! So many miles apart!!

      8. Yes indeed I do believe it have always be so but not quite as bad. There has always been evil but as you say these days it is out there immediately world wide. As you say nothing is divided you and I , not miles, time or space! Still I feel things are getting worse .

      9. Thank you and I send you back as near to the same as I can manage, and I must bid you good night as it is gone 11pm and I am tired . Be safe on those streets.😏

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