DEATH IS AN INJUSTICE

DEATH IS AN INJUSTICE

Death and Injustice
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

And you, my father, there on the sad height, 
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Old age should burn and rage at close of day; 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

© Hernan - 09-06-20-05:10 PM


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