The light of truth, glowing in the darkness,
surrounded by unlit candles, waiting
for a spark of hope to cast out duress,
and bless the flame that will glisten and sing.
Who will avail us, when the last word fails
to resemble anything deemed genuine;
and the house of cards, built upon the lies
of cancel culture crumbles in the wind?
(Causing the utopian dream to singe).
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The utopian dream will soon singe,
when the recklessness of society
gone awry, begins to weaken at the hinge,
that once kept people united and free.
The shadows of the past begin to cast
storm clouds over a brave new world’s likeness,
wherein free speech has been stifled at last,
and the only hope found, is the stillness
of the light of truth, glowing in the darkness.