Rage, Rage to the Valley of the Light
The eyes of men that care to stare
Can pass the bans of Mister Blair
And past our lives to places where
Our people call it 'over there'.
And beaurocrats sit in their walls
Where big men talk and Berlin falls
And children dare not run and play
And in dismay they stand, obey
And breathe in lies that look like truths
The real men lie not under roofs.

Do not go quick into the night,
Rage, rage, to the valley of the light.

And in the Styx where bricks are hurled
And manifestos are unfurled
In streams of fire as women, curled
Wish that they could leave this world.
And if they tread our pastures green
They stay behind a silver screen
May not be heard and stay unseen
They get shipped back in fake canteens
By any means that may be found
The grass turns back to sordid ground
Where mines sit waiting for the crowd
Their voice becomes deleted sound.

Do not go quick into the night,
Rage, rage, to the valley of the light.

The best West feasts upon the East
The infidel, the Arab beast
The ugly hunger disappears
Repressive laughs are turned to fear
And all we hear their lonesome cries
That shoot out from their ashtray eyes
With quiet 'hello's and sad 'goodbyes'
Cry out from perforated skies.

Do not go quick into the night,
Rage, rage, to the valley of the light.

But I know well and so do you,
The ones who care are far too few.
And with a view down from the bridge
We place a race on rocky ridge.
But most have borne a nation, scorn,
And hurl the world through troubles torn,
And worn out withered mothers mourn
Their little boys toy death forlorn.

Do not go quick into the night,
Rage, rage, to the valley of the light.

We waste with haste our money earned,
While children soldiers’ bodies burned,
And tears are shed for lost Tibet,
While we fuel tools and Easy Jet.
I know this not through first-hand sight,
But still I thirst for worst put right,
If you too want to stop this wrong,
Then join the fight, the stand, the song.
The righteous see their passions cut
And you may pay with your life

But…

Do not go quick into the night,
Rage, rage, to the valley of the light.


Yes, okay, the rage rage bit is Dylan Thomas but hey.
(dirty gypsy, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 19:27, Reply)