Intent

They all agreed to secrecy

and gave this as the password: Equality or Death.

We are the music makers.

He never hated, he never got mad about it

He accepted it, he went on with his life and made changes where he could.

And we are the dreamers of dreams.

He shuddered at the fate before him,

but he had determined long since

to be true to every higher aspiration of his people,

and he would die a death, however horrible,

rather than stand by and see aspiring souls slaughtered

for organizing to secure their rights at all hazards.

Wandering by lone sea breakers.

Let us then this day decide what shall be the relations

that shall henceforth exist between us.

Many who are known first will be last,

and many who are known last will be first.

And sitting by desolate streams.

In the world’s broad field of battle; in the bivouac of life,

be not like dumb driven cattle, be a hero in the strife.

Some tell us that a sea is in our way, so deep that we cannot cross,

let us answer back in joyful tones, as our vessels push out from the shore,

that our clotted blood, shed in the middle of the sea,

will float to the other side, even if we do not reach there ourselves.

World losers and world forsakers

I devour mountains so that I may see clearly the horizon beyond.

On whom the pale moon gleams

How blessed are those who have deepened the fountains

and have enough to spare for the thirst of others.

We are the movers and shakers

I die for mankind, for humanity, for civilization.

I’m glad that the youth are here to see

what perseverance and personal honor is… really is.

Of the world forever it seems

Being unable to engage in mortal combat, I went to my god

And now look down upon both from my home in the skies

to bless them with my spirit.

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in honor of Jonothan West. It is a reapropiation, and as such uses parts of works and quotes from other sources.

 

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