Existence Is Futile -NaPoWriMo Day 8

 Existence Is Futile
     by Vito del Valle

Existence is an infinite void.
Every second of life is an eternity of absolute death.
View the sadness in a starving child's eyes, 
     while savoring the spoils of pointless war.
Listen to the lamentation of the people without hope.
The scent of rotting corpses on the battlefield,
     compels you to feel the ichor of life in your hands.
When death calls your name, you see the darkness for what it is,
     a black eternal emptiness, 
     where the light fears to go.
When an newborn cries, a hundred enemies ready their weapons,
     eager to battle against the radiance.
Adolf Hitler committed suicide at the Fuhrerbunker in Berlin.
The cunning devil of hatred said his last "Sieg Hiel!"
And still, existence did not flinch.
The sun continued to rise on men and continued to set on 
     their shadows.
Death's scythe continued to dance, mowing down
     the flowing fields of humanity.
But people must be brave and have hope.
Exist in light to escape the void.
Carpe Diem!
Puro pinche 956, a la verga!
We'll be dancing on the graves of our fears, and
     singing praises to our resolution.

The ghost of Vito's mother will look at him and say, 
     "Vente mijito, no seas pendejo."
He'll try to grasp her ethereal hand, but it will disappear.
And Vito del Valle will drift hopeless and helpless, 
     in the infinite void...

Note: On prompts, I think I got 18 or 19 of them in. It was a challenge. I went dark, real dark. Not my best but I had to write something. Poem #95 for the year.