Do not go gently into this dark age,
Of loss of justice, decency and right:
Write - ignite to kindle virtuous rage.
Though rogues testify a path to bondage
Their words die at the dawning of the light:
Detest, protest, contest their language.
That the good are scarce is an old message
And until they act, right gives way to might,
As falsehoods swagger on the twilit stage.
Hold out for heroes, for their advantage
Come the night's end and the morning's sight,
As rights are freed that lies took hostage.
Then those who wrest the best from damage
Can sense the kind old sun grow warm and bright
And verity itself glow fierce with homage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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