A hand holds many things: sometimes others...
A hand can kill for food
or for hate.
Sometimes we can't stop the pain.
But we can always try.
Dictators and Tyrants are always there to lead the way.
Do you choose to follow that path?
Or do you hold something else in your hands?
You must make your own choices but I hope to set the table for love.
Oh, I almost forgot, and laughter.