Sun
Beam from a spherical body;
Formed by divine hands,
Travel down towards the earth
in rays;
Landing on men's thin lined
epidermis,
Exerting its strength on their
skins,
Thus, making them make
noises;
Ranging from shrieks to
screams.
In their screams, they cursed
the sun saying;
Oh Sun! May thou loose thy
brightness,
And may thy shape be lost; let
it be square.
Look at the scourge you have
given to us,
It has colored our light skins;
making it black.
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