The Darkness of the Brightest Day

The day is bright
The sun shines above all
The bird that hunts, a vulture
Awaits the prey, a child, a girl
For what it is worth
The message was of the past

But present and future
Those haunt us without a limit
Even the brightest of the day
Turning into a direful grey
Anger, pain, and wounded morals
All that cannot be quenched
For the thirst for power, gold
Are evermore higher than love

But you, my one
Just a vagrant of the worlds
Witnessed the darkness
Out of the glowing day
Like the char dust coal
That had burned down deep
Your soul had stained too hard

You shall never be the same
Again in a way, for
A lot of them are gone
Only the scream that is left
That keeps ringing in the head
Makes you wish that you were dead

But, O’ my son, the beloved one
Death is not the end
The absolution of the darkness
Make the curse last more
As long as the human reigns

Remember, at last, one more thing
Nature’s promise is not binding
What we are, truly
An extinct leaf in a wind so hard
Dance as we do in a fateful course
Nobody knows the state we stay
What we could do in a fearful day
Amass our guts in a hopeful way

In memoriam of Kevin Carter, who took the celebrated photo of the “Starving Child and Vulture” and took his life the following year (1994), in his final note he wrote, “I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain.”