"You Did It" - Bahamas AI Art
Call Out Evil
I will not be the one who whispers in the shadows,
Who turns my head away from the rising tide of sorrow.
I will not be a silent stone, a mute witness in the night,
Nor a fragile, hollow vessel afraid to speak what's right.
I will not build a fortress of indifference, of quiet,
As the serpent's coiled malice begins to run riot.
I will not let the darkness wear a cloak of decency,
Or let the tyrant's cruel words be a song for all to see.
For I have seen the way it festers, the slow decay,
The poison in the water that washes hope away.
I have seen the broken promise and the shattered, tear-stained face,
The dignity stripped from a soul, a memory erased.
I have heard the wicked laughter, the hollow, mocking sound,
As the righteous are cast down and their truth is pushed to the ground.
I have felt the cold that settles when a justice is denied,
And watched the brave surrender, with nothing left to hide.
So I will call out evil in its many, twisting forms,
Through the gentle summer breeze and the fury of the storms.
I will call it out in silence, and in a rising, roaring shout,
When it wears the mask of virtue and sows the seeds of doubt.
I will call it out in the boardrooms where the ledgers hide the lies,
And in the quiet classrooms where the spirit slowly dies.
I will call it out in the small talk, the casual, cutting jest,
And in the grandest gestures, where the power is put to the test.
I will call out the evil of a hand that holds a fist,
And the evil of a heart that chooses to resist
The empathy that binds us, the thread of common grace,
The truth that we are one, regardless of our race.
I will call out the evil of the bully and the thief,
The one who preys on weakness and revels in the grief.
I will call out the evil of the systems built on lies,
That crush the human spirit beneath indifferent skies.
This is not a cry for vengeance, a desperate, hateful plea,
But a call for reclamation, for all that's meant to be.
This is a declaration that the light will not give in,
That the battle must be fought from deep within our skin.
This is a promise to the wounded, the weary, and the lost,
That every word will matter, no matter what the cost.
For to call out evil is to name it, to expose it to the sun,
And only then can healing and true justice be begun.
