Clasped Hands Poem by Samson Nyarima

shared agreements
flash bulbs...
camera clicks
the rolling flick
that will catch the eye
and bring home the awards...
the beautiful phrases,
the roar of a million throats
soothingly caressing your egos,

smiling
at the hungers, pains, hurt
at the wants, uncertainties
our angers have wrought

forgetting the migrant tracks,
the snaking lines of women, children
men, vision-less in their memory
of blood of unknown fallen factors..

satiated
that however, our ambition
remains on course...