Author: Yvonne Weekes | Date: 12 April 2020
The sun should not be so bright; while the earth grieves.
Such brightness is disrespectful and insolent.
It entices young folks into forbidden parks,
Encourages families onto closed off beaches,
Tempting boys to gather in hidden water holes.
The sun needs to blacken its’ too shiny face.
Down here so is curfew time, misery stalks us.
Women bleed without sanitary napkins,
Parents watch their emptying fridges,
Throwing up their hands at hungry bellies.
Today He will go into a dark grave.
And yet the still sun shines.