NaPoWriMo Day 4: Cusp

it seems like the world’s on the cusp
of all things dark and cruel
where the lights are slowly going out
where suddenly, there are no rules

where hatred gets first billing
and greed comes a close second,
where kindness hides in the shadows
where no sanctuary can beckon

the maligned ones to come to –
for they’ll be among the first to go
along with the poor and the weak,
where to? I don’t yet know.

but for the hope that lies inside me,
I pray the light will go on,
I hope you’ll keep it alight
until the last of us is gone.