It's trajectory, <br />The hand did not know. <br />The left and the right. <br />The up and the side swipe. <br /> <br /> <br />The hand to the sword yielded. <br />The sword to the hand wielded. <br />The back and forth exchange, <br />The motion that would later change. <br /> <br /> <br />The destruct of soldiers, <br />On perilous grounds, <br />As they moved along, <br />Ominously black frontiers. <br /> <br /> <br />The sword wielded, <br />The soldier's hand. <br />It's trajectory moving wild, <br />In an unpredictable land. <br /> <br /> <br />The hand asked the sword, <br />'Why are you moving me, <br />In a way I don't wish to, <br />The soldier asked as his anxiety grew. <br /> <br /> <br />'Why do you force me to, <br />Side slice, thrust forward, <br />Move to the left and to the right? <br />Why do you plunge into someone's blood? ' <br /> <br /> <br />The sword answered, 'it is your perception, <br />That I cause the carnage, <br />When it is you who do it, <br />Because you want to.' <br /> <br /> <br />With self-understanding, <br />And a blood dipped sword, <br />The hand dropped it, <br />As the sword stood still.<br /><br />Vera Sidhwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sword-that-wielded-the-hand/
