When the World Goes dark

Words of warning, rarely heeded,
As the cry for truth, and hope stays needed.
Times turn, from great to gray,
But only few stand to pray.
Lights of change, beacons of hope
Stretch out to those who only need a little rope.
These rare few are against the background, stand-out, stark,
The one thing we need as the world goes dark.

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