Have you seen the wild

men? The wild men

who used to sing about revolution. Have you seen the wild women who

danced to their songs? All this happiness and yet they got caught

Did you hear their begs and

their screams? Now they sing a new song. They once sang

about creating a new, better world. Now the

song they sing is about never seeing the sun

again. They sing in

fear of flight.

 

Scarred as they are, they have learned to fly and

they have learned

to sing again. Never too

quiet are their voices. They don't realize how late

they

are. It is too late for their revolution. They are grieved

for they were the last hope. Their song, it

goes on

and on. It's

unforgotten, carrying itself all the way

 

Heed my warning. Do

not

lose your voice.  Go

sing and bring back the lost revolution. Do not be gentle

in your truths! Pour your heart and soul into

that melody you create. You have the power. The power that

can bring about a good

and better world. Go, sing. Do not stop for night.

 

(This is a golden shovel poem using the line "Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight/ And learned too late, they grieved it on its way/ Do not go gentle into that good night" from Dylan Thomas's "Do not go gentle into that good night.")