There is that moment when the sun leaves you;
darkness enters and it’s all that is true.
I wish I were brave enough to let go;
if only there were a sure way to know.
The woke obsessed how they were to deprive;
life suddenly felt too sad to survive.
I wish I were brave enough to stand up;
too scared of being victim of the snub.
Thousands of voices shouted their abuse;
their only aim to mislead and confuse.
I wish I were brave enough to speak out,
but I feared the prospect of social drought.
