Wash and clean your hands <br />My lesson teacher taught me <br />That it brings personal hygiene <br />I abide by this instruction <br />But as I traversed the land <br />As I looked around me <br />I amazingly see soiled hands. <br />Elders hands are dirty. <br />Kings finger tips <br />Are putrefied with red oil. <br />Servants hands are dipped <br />Into the forbidden pots. <br />Horrid and foul smells <br />Oozes into the air space <br />Floods of dirts overflow <br />Our dear mother land <br />Our treasures are vanished <br />Via our soiled hands<br /><br />Babatunde Aremu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soiled-hands-2/
