you snatch 

out of our open palms

with smiles that burn

knowing that we have no power to stop you

you take

out of our closed fists

with smiles that wound 

knowing that you have the power to open them anyway

power that strips us of our freedom leaving us barren

as you revel in yours

This poem is about: 
Our world
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