Cruel Hands

Here the hands make mistakes

The mirror doesn't lie.

Shows the face of the cruel

He does not see that cruel face.

Nights always make hands red,

Hands do not hesitate, even after hearing the cry,

Seeing all this, the owl sleeps in the morning,

In the darkness of the night, owl frightened by the work of the hands.

The redness on the hands does not go away,

The moon sees all this and hides.

When dip hands in the river, the river hates hands,

The river keeps away the red that falls into the river,

But hands touch the river every day,

River wants not to touch hands for at least one day.

Darkness does not understand this. Darkness makes the hands cruel.

Hands do not change away from this. Not trying to be good hands.

Nobody says anything to hands

hands do not have a handcuff,

Hands always free.

The next day, the mirror saw the cruel man and his face.

The mirror hates him.

 But he does not see the truth that the mirror tells him.