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***** Hands Are they clean? Pontius Pilate, washing those hands that night, now are the filthy deeds made white! America, do tell about the politicians blind-eyed toward homeless people in the streets, tell me about children starving to death? Does a wealthy man cleanse hiimself as the blood leaves his hands? Banning guns & glocks, as girls are sold into slavery, in the blocks. A gift for kids to go to school It's not a gift to get shot up. From poverty to bullies to school shootings, Mrs. Liberty has lost her footing. When we go home, locking doors and turning the noise up, is washing of the hands with soap, making us whole?
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
***** Hands
***** Hands Are they clean? Pontius Pilate, washing those hands that night, now are the filthy deeds made white! America, do tell about the politicians blind-eyed toward homeless people in the streets, tell me about children starving to death? Does a wealthy man cleanse hiimself as the blood leaves his hands? Banning guns & glocks, as girls are sold into slavery, in the blocks. A gift for kids to go to school It's not a gift to get shot up. From poverty to bullies to school shootings, Mrs. Liberty has lost her footing. When we go home, locking doors and turning the noise up, is washing of the hands with soap, making us whole?
You can't just wash your hands as a symbol of making yourself from sinful to cleansed. It's a cruel world so be kind. © 5 minutes ago, Venjencie Clifton Arnold society • poverty • sad • pain • misc • love Like (0)
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
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