How my hands tell a story | King Hour
King hour fixed time and place,
should we thank him or be disgraced?
King hour gave us three days,
do you believe his arts, his ways?
King hour, it’s nice from you,
was I dumb to say that too?
King hour said it was time,
who was I to him deny?
King hour chose his victims,
why was he the one to pick us?
King hour laughed at me,
did you nod and just agree?
King hour flew with you,
wasn’t I supposed to too?
King hour stole our plans,
or was it you losing your sense?
King hour has a glass,
I might steal his treasure at last.
King hour had it written,
should I just plead please with him?
King hour, let’s make a deal,
I screamed when I saw you.
King hour, just one more chance.
Did you vanish, did I faint?
Text: São Paulo, Brazil, August 2013 | Drawing: Shkodër, Albania, August 2017
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