As many people have the privilege to celebrate the New Year as a symbol of new beginning and hope, for many around the world it is not. A thought for those who have nothing to celebrate.
The new year starts with loud happy bangs.
Fire works fill the skies;
colourful flowers descend,
Lighting smiles on faces; young and old,
These are the days when happiness grow.
New year starts with loud, frightening bangs.
Fire filling the skies,
all hurts descend,
Burning faces; young and old,
These are the days of sadness as it grows.