#596 On The Cockroaches

Sunlight is the antidote to injustice:
Evil skulks in dark corners, and cruelty
Rules when eyes are awed and averted.
One brave voice calls out, and the novelty
Of Truth stands tall, like a daring novice. 
How did we not know - how were we blindsided?
   (Like shamed cockroaches, they scurry out of sight,
   To bide their time in the dark cloak of night.)