The Fierce Sun
The sun was fierce this morning
It was not a gentle rising
No soft breezes were blowing in the new day.
The light was bursting
With a fire that burned into my eyes
Blinding me to beauty
Stark the truths we face today
Anger pain and loss
Fear and evil stroll along together
We are all refugees running for our lives
But in a moment a year a decade
This day will end at last
Fading with the soft colors of the setting sun.