A Hundred Hands

I’d like to have a hundred hands That portrayed in a tale To expand the two hands That gifted by my parents A Hundred hands to set up the tents In the refugee camp; To offer fresh water to the kids In the dry countries Deforested by the timber lords; To blanket the old people Whom they switched budget From the welfare to weaponry. To inspire the blinds In place of the leading dogs. I’d like to have a hundred hands To hug and to pacify The miserable grassroots people Whom their govt rated them as Slaves!