BALLOONS

Those children dressed in rags

Making balloons from plastic bags

Pink, blue, yellow and green

With the setting sun a backdrop screen

I see them in the rectangle frame

Playing some silly game

Full of joy their voices drift

Hearing them my spirits lift

I swelter in this humid heat

And closer I hear other feet

Pacing up and down the flat

Whining: can’t play without a bat

I wonder how can it be

There’s so much fun in misery

While kids who have all they need

Are still filled with so much greed