#MastoPrompt : Saturday 19 April 2025 : #dim

The candle of hope, once a beacon for all, flickers in the chill winds of change.

What was once good and right is now tarnished; sullied by the misdeeds of a poisonous few.

The light of the candle so #dim it is hard to see beyond the moment.

The future obfuscated by malice, hatred, loathing and fear of that which is not of "them".

Is the only solution that which remains unsaid?