A HAND RISES

A hand goes up

Like a good fire like the sun

One hand rises against mistakes

Many come to oppose the one hand

One Hand opposes them all

One Hand against them

Only one hand

The rest of the hands are not there

There are wounds on the hand

There are pains in the hand

There is anger in the hand

The Hand endured a lot

Earlier, hands were always down.

The earlier hands were afraid of all.

Now only one hand goes up toward problems

A hand is raised against many.

A hand goes up for us

Each of the hands is joined together

All hands together become a fire

The fire gets bigger

The fire removes all mistakes

Trying to extinguish the fire

But no one can do that

Because it comes from pain

All hands now understand everything

Hands know what to get.

Hands go up for it.

No one can lower it anymore.