Palestine
Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into Zion’s night,
The people must resist at close of day;
Rage, rage against the killing of the light.
Since wise men in their hearts know what is right,
Because their homes are ruined by soldiers they
Do not go gentle into Zion’s night.
Good men, in Palestine, crying how bright
Their land might have been and gay,
Rage, rage against the killing of the light.
Brave men, who fought and put the Jews to flight,
And learn, too late, the children have to pay,
Do not go gentle into Zion’s night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
The U.S. has the wealth and pays the way,
Rage, rage against the killing of the light.
And you, my country, there on the feared height
Curse, cease support and shame, I prey.
Do not go gentle into Zion’s night
Rage, rage against the killing of the light.