Clasped Hands

by Nate Reese

For "Clasped Hands," I was inspired by the way I see humanity’s struggle as a chain of common experiences. Our struggle and our success from that struggle are through our common experiences and our cooperation through that struggle. I believe if we power through these experiences, such as lack of meaning, poverty, and discrimination, with our “hands clasped” and fully united as humanity, we can eliminate our suffering.

Our hands clasped,

You, my voice when I speak in rasp.

Our claps a roar and our clasp a chain,

Together there is no pain

Our chant is not in vain,

A melody of gain.

Of our fore sought change,

Of an arranged peace.

Grab my face,

And give me a kiss of grace,

To last a lifetime.

And give me a bell to chime,

Till the end of time.

That we are clasped hand,

For life's climb