Hands clutched

Hands clutched in hope
crucified in this bus with hope
of seeing Paradise i look to the left
the window where hawkers with soot
covered soles soak up sweat in the pool
of heat drenched by the poor of rays
Hand clutched at the railways thingy
only job left to find, only opportunity
provided, only hand congratulating
them for a job well done in school, evading
hails of uselessness and job hunting

Hands clutched

Reflecting the struggles I see a mile affront

Crucified in this bus

Son of men, men of some men

Many at home, waiting a war that will never come

Peaceful times are boring. With wars comes jobs

still, hands form twigs and entwine
to suffocate for scams and back rubs

clutched at the gun, grub
steal with protective vest, color of
the soil where farmers are planted

hands clutched pray that god understands
debtors paying debtors with debts hands
clutched on breasts once sucked

as they harden from the cold blood
dead child killed by a dying child
Clutched at plastic that decides who rules
hope is just, not a mile afront
but this devil explains himself
confused on my breast, Sigh, Die
with both hands clutched

by Victor Samuel