Dean Strange

“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.”

In any hour of great darkness, when all light seems to be fading slowly away, it is the responsibility of all peoples, at least those who claim to have any sense of common decency and love for humanity, to rise up and destroy the Imperial Darkness which assaults all our liberties and true beliefs. This is indeed a dark hour, yet hope remains. In the wildly eyes of every person who will stand defiant in the face of injustice and hate and say, “Get thee behind”. Such is my duty to humanity, what is yours?