Not soft and still, or squawking,
but breaking silence, seeking
to stand tall without slouching:
the time has come for speaking.
The truth must pierce the lying,
and loose the light, dispelling
the darkness that is growing.
These words need more than telling.
For night brings stormy weather.
The time is now or never;
to counter these foul measures,
we must be wise, and clever.
We must resist the hating,
else what hell we’re defeating
makes us the dark we’re fighting.
These words need much repeating.
Be bright and shining beacons:
the time has come for being
not just bravado boasting,
but light useful for seeing.
28 APR 2025