To borrow and paraphrase Blake’s words. I don’t have enough of my own left.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built fraternity,
In every green and pleasant land.
I will not pray for others’ sins,
Nor will I hide, but take a stand,
To lighten ignorance in our midst,
That darkness never raise its hand.
I will not turn the other cheek,
Nor forgive those who maim and kill,
I will denounce their ugly creed,
Justice must win, one day it will.