Do Not Give up your Rights
Do not just give up your rights,
Old and young should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights
Though saint-a-modish bullshitter think they know what’s right,
Because their words feel like forked knives
Do not just give up your rights,
Evil thrive when people of good do nothing.
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights.
People who blindly trusted now see their rights in flight,
And learn too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not just give up your rights,
Your rights near death, you see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be sad,
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights.
And you, my fried, there on the sad height,
Will curse, the day when you look back and every thing you
Believe is a lie, I pray.
Do not just give up your rights,
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights
stloldg
Special mention Dylan Thomas “Do not go Gentle into that good night”
Do not just give up your rights,
Old and young should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights
Though saint-a-modish bullshitter think they know what’s right,
Because their words feel like forked knives
Do not just give up your rights,
Evil thrive when people of good do nothing.
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights.
People who blindly trusted now see their rights in flight,
And learn too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not just give up your rights,
Your rights near death, you see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be sad,
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights.
And you, my fried, there on the sad height,
Will curse, the day when you look back and every thing you
Believe is a lie, I pray.
Do not just give up your rights,
Rage, rage against the dying of your rights
stloldg
Special mention Dylan Thomas “Do not go Gentle into that good night”