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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the sun rises, it casts its glory upon her exquisite anatomy While during the night death stole one more. It seems he steals more often these days With no mercy, in silence, His coldness courses through her veins Absorbing the brilliant colors of life until…. Creation carries on as if it has been unaffected Even though she cries for the ones whom death accepted,. His greediness as insatiable as it is; Has great value. Perpetuating his cycle of life Making room for humanity No matter how merciless at times. The colors of the world watch in awe and pity at the sight of death as he sits by her hut; Waiting for her to succumb to his seduction. His kiss takes away the pain of this life; Introducing humanity to the unknown; Trying her best to maintain normality She carries on with the work of the day; Washing her linens, caring for her young Hugging them tighter than before, She knows her day may be soon. Her knuckles are white as she clutches mortality Not willing to let it go. Its colors are too vibrant, too magnificent to exchange for darkness Too magnificent to exchange for darkness. The world watches, With their cameras and satellites; As she majestically goes about the business of dying, it watches. As her limbs become weak and eyes grow dim, it watches. Along with the lion in the bush and the elephant on the plain It watches. She cries to the world as they gaze at her She’s had so many problems, yes, since the time of her youth. Then were her breasts were full of nectar Her thighs fertile and supple, But the greed of colonialism raped her, Left her, to die in her shame. The shame it forced upon her In her ignorance she accepted its offer. She wanted so much to be loved. But no love was given; Only the agony of betrayal. Her kaleidoscope of colors intimidates the others. Parading her reds, hues of indigo and deep bronzes Beauty, yet still. Yes even in death her beauty remains As the sun rises it casts its glory upon her exquisite anatomy The world watches, it watches.
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