rise up


Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie

Dust unto dust

The calm earth mothers all who die

As all men must

Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell

Too strong to strive

Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell,

Buried alive;

But rather mourn the apathetic throng

The cowed and the meek

Who see earth’s great languish and its wrong

And dare not speak.


Ralph Chaplin