"Don't let them..." a poem by the writer and journalist Mike Mullet.

To O. Wilde

Don't let them cut your fingers,
your white fingers.
Cutting fingers is like cutting souls.
They will come one solemn day
with sharp knives,
And with a solemn voice, they shall declare:
"Your white and sublime fingers are dangerous;
therefore we have to cut'em."
Run, run, and run again...
Don't let them cut your fingers!
Because fingers are like tongues:
they make the ground tremble.
Their inconveniency strikes the heart of your captors.
Your fingers. Your white fingers.