In the sinister world we live in,
truth wears a mask,
and kindness is often mistaken
for weakness.

People walk with heavy eyes,
carrying the weight of things
they cannot name.
The streets are filled
with noise and silence at once-'
each competing to be heard.

Children grow old too quickly,
learning fear before wonder,
and laughter
feels like a rebellion
against the static of despair.

Injustice is dressed in order,
and those who scream
are told to whisper
for the comfort of others.

But even here--
a hand still reaches,
a light still flickers,
and some hearts refuse
to harden.