Not Just Hands

These hands you see

Are not just two parts soiled;

They have built many a roads and buildings,

And thus they get dirtier and oiled.

These hands have seen many a day,

And have but no cash in them,

Nor have any material claim

Yet they all do is toil.

These bare hands you see

Are not just a sign of hopelessness,

They are the hands of a worker

Who, while you are reading this,

Must have just got a break

From a long, harsh day.

These hands,

They build nations upon soil,

Raise a new, wide world

Only to see them vanish , one day...