“The Silence Weighs More” by ChatGPT and J. Persico, mostly by Chat.
You wake each day with a world on fire,
Yet choose the path of least desire—
To see, but not to raise a voice,
To name the wrong, then mute your choice.
But silence is not soft or kind,
It’s the heavy chain that grips the mind.
Each quiet hour, each averted gaze,
Is fuel to keep injustice ablaze.
The fear is real, that much is true,
But fear has never made hearts new.
Change is born in trembling hands,
In whispered truths and stammered stands.
Don’t wait to be the perfect light—
A flicker can ignite the night.
Your voice, though small, could be the spark
To guide a soul lost in the dark.
You say, “I’m just one,”—yes, and still,
One seed can split the hardest hill.
The world does not need flawless men,
It needs the brave to rise again.
So speak, even if your voice must shake.
Step forward, though the ground may quake.
The price of comfort is far too steep
When justice cries and you still sleep.
No, you don’t have to save the day—
But don’t just look the other way.
For every moment you pretend,
Another soul meets bitter end.
Rise not to be a hero crowned,
But simply one who stood their ground.
Let history say, when it recalls,
You saw the truth—and did not stall.
Aging Capriciously 