The Moon is Visible, the Day After
Children everywhere
In new clothes and shined shoes
Laughing and romping
Firecrackers tear off along dirt roads
Generators hum, loud into the night
It’s the New Year, a celebration
Servers at restaurants, visits to local shops
Candy, ice cream, pizza!
Their desires fulfilled
Hot, musty internet cafes overflow
Noisy fans spin round on full speed
Emails whiz across old wired circuitry
Minute happenstances of luxuries they know not
Gambian children possess today
Blind eyes turned from the realities of their providence
Hunger and fear n’existe pas
Vibrancy and innocence permeates each breath
Promise and hope abound
Dust billows up as young feet pitter patter
Candy coated chatter continues as evening turns in
The day of the young
Truly
Exceptionally
Say What?!