a little boy found me
left in an alley and took me hom
th sentry to his yard
king of all tiny things
daddy he called to the man
daddy
and grabd his huge hand
that had held a dying man
but the boy dint know
and every so oftn those hands
would fly at him so
angry
the boy grew tall and
left me there ...not a king at all
went away
promisd never to return
ten plus ten years it took
to forgive
to lern the world
its terible ways
how hands can punch cradle hammer strum
he came back
laid down his wepons
signed the armistice
the old man's hands now his
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