Dark Days, Bright Nights Poem by Kyrl Karanja

Each day for ‘em was dark
And survival was by luck
Each night was bright for ‘em
Suffering had become part of them
But they still made it through
To humanity, they remained true
Craving for some kind of love
A kind that no man could make things less rough
Every night they would sleep and dream
Of a world far much better it would seem
Hoping that the following day would be better
That somehow made them tougher
Better days are coming they would say
In slavery, it made them stay
All they thought was how they deserved it
But then they mastered it
A coup against the master they staged
And that is how their world changed
They saw the world from a different perspective
Each day they delved for the positive
A decision to feed directly from the stem
And they became a person that was only fiction to them