The Fight
There is a darkness that surrounds us,
filled with vitriol, hate, and pus.
It seeps into everything we hear, we see, and do;
it wraps its tendrils around me, then you.
Voices filled with hate and rage,
like an animal starving, bound and caged.
Eyes look down towards the ground;
people move as if afraid to look around.
Kindness, empathy, and love—they fade,
as into the fires of hell we wade.
How can one voice overcome the masses?
The evil he brings surpasses, bypasses, trespasses—
destroying all we’ve known.
We are not safe, even in our homes.
Evil no longer hides in the dark of night,
but strides around in broad daylight.
They live on hate and feed on fear;
there’s nowhere to hide, here or there.
But we must remain sure and true.
In the end, it falls to me and you.
We must shine a light in the darkest places.
We must expose the hate-filled faces.
We must lift our eyes up to the sky.
We must raise our voices in one loud cry.
We must fight for what’s right.
We must fight for the light.
Don’t give up. Don’t give in.
This is a fight we must win.