they can eat and drink to their stomach's content,
this end of Ramadan 2021, the festival of korite.
a day to dress in their finest, like this
young man, Badou, my son,
dearest Senegalese son.
I see in their faces a softness,
born of their circumstance, their
faith, is it, in this world that
is so unjust. leaving them to
struggle in dust and polluted air,
yet look at him!
so handsome in his new clothes
my son, my beloved son.
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