Philippe Vo cong tri

It’s a time for the merry,

I feel so sad and hurty;

Bad news all the way along;

Wondering what’s gone wrong.

Fear, anguish,  around me,

burden more on my shoulders.

Escape from Earth, from fires;

My mind swirls, seathing sea.

Again, unknown, who am I ?

A estranged six finger man !

The thumb that I hide away,

from preying eyes uncan.

Time to look at my finger,

time to admit my differ,

time to look at whatever

seems fit to feel soother.

If I am so defected,

then why the sculpture,

Eons ago weathered,

Hidden away from the pure ?

Nay, I cannot believe,

the Elders took their time

to depict the six in lime,

pointing the sky to grieve.

References:
sixth finger questions

 Six fingers -Statues

Polydactyly

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