Dark Days

The sun warms and lights, paths of both black and white. As the free throw dinner parties, the enslaved run for freedom, in the backdrop of night. The sun’s blaze gave warmth to picnics, fishing ponds, and river dips, her brilliance illuminating blood soaked cotton fields, echoing screams caused by cracked whips. Beneath lunar brilliance, fire and ash is Highlighted, spawned from voices still unheard. El sol reveals the nights damages, while disenfranchised protest injustice, clinging to hope’s word. The moon cried as they were hunted and lynched. The sun’s tears flowed as she watched the lives fight for every inch. That night, they had a meeting of the light. On this day, they made a decision, not to shine on man's indecision. It’s been dark ever since.