Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Hands.

In shakespear' Macbeth,

Lady Macbeth compulsively washes her hand,

To cleanse an imagined stain,

Representing her guilty conscience regarding crimes she had committed and induced her husband to commit.


" Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red "


The later prosepect is exactly where I stood today,

The way in which we humans approach guilt is so confound,

Instead of treating this burning sensation which settles in the core of one's heart,

We choose to abolish all articles reminding us of such harm we have provoked,

The predicament is,

Regardless of how hard we scour,

It is the psychological effect,

That keeps us captives,

Of our own,

Verdict.


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