How do you wash your hands

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

How do you wash your hands,

Oh, ye man of strife,

How did your conscious approve it,

Oh, ye men of strife.

Blood of Abel cried out of the land,

Justice was the cry,

You kill people after planning,

Has the earth stopped its cry?

Lord of justice will take revenge,

Every human is his child,

Blame not one another,

Justice will be done in a while