During a trip to another country
With the ACIS group.
The group and I visited a school
“So what!” I thought,

Paying the detour not much attention
With so much more ahead,
I gave not much thought
To what would become my head.

The excursion wasn’t what I pictured though
The rooms were hot,
And the fans were small.
Yet the roaches were not.

Through these disturbances
Which would make any other squeal
The children at this school ran around
Happily, painting with a teal.

Their smiles were bigger
Than most of ours on the outing
Yet the difference in convenience
Would give most quite the shouting

Knowing all this and
Returning to the hotel.
I took it lightly at the time
But now I can tell.

It is like Christmas day
To most where we are
However, quite differently
To those surviving afar.