My Two Hands

Imitating the birds
Bored of being silent
Men cultivated speech
And started dividing the air
Using right- handed technique.

This new habit
Made the life of the left hand
A little bit bitter
Indeed.

In order to spice it
And put a quick quit
Of sitting lazily
In the queue
The left hand decided
To break the silence
Using an old silent trick.

It looked at itself
And saw
That what was still left inside
Was almost nothing
But that same natural habit
To take and give.

And then
The left hand realized clearly
That it has been putting
Its own vote and dream
Absolutely peacefully
And almost for nothing
Into the hand of chaos and war.

So to be as right
As the right hand was
It had simply
To get away the wrong.

Be thoughtful
Next time you vote.

Don't let the right hand steal
All bird songs.