End - Poem by Esther Mukabi
They were looking left,
She was screaming at the right,
They were up above,
Deafened by the height.
They were looking down,
She was waving from above,
Her presence neatly covered
Like a hand within a glove.
She was banging on the window,
They would only hear the door.
They are materially wealthy
But emotionally poor.
Now the only thing more hard to bear
Than her unanswered cries
Is when she sinks back, defeated,
And all hope in her heart dies.
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