Keep up the good work!
I offer:
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (remix)
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Freedom should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.
Congressmen, at their end know Dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning, they
MUST NOT go gentle into that good night.
Free men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have been, now they
Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.
Rich men who bought and sold the 'Law of Right'
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Solders, near death, who see with blinding sight,
Blind eyes do blaze like meteors, they scream, "Nay!
Rage, rage against the dying of the Light!"
Lady Liberty, there on her 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.
Original poem written by poet Dylan Thomas, (http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm); first published in the journal, Bottwghe Oscure in 1951
(Adapted by D. Boyd)
Absolutely correct!
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