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I forgot how Dylan Thomas taught me not to go gentle into that good night. Few months ago I decided not to speak of, or in any way get involved in, the political life of this wretched state. But the mere word "state" is a solid evidence of its impermanence. This can not go by unnoticed. This will not go by unnoticed. We are not afraid of your guns, your prisons, your knives, your tasers, and your combat boots. We have the internet, our voices, our pens, our brushes, and our cameras. And when you rob us of it all we will still have one another and our will to fight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
The rant between two poetry lines
I forgot how Dylan Thomas taught me not to go gentle into that good night. Few months ago I decided not to speak of, or in any way get involved in, the political life of this wretched state. But the mere word "state" is a solid evidence of its impermanence. This can not go by unnoticed. This will not go by unnoticed. We are not afraid of your guns, your prisons, your knives, your tasers, and your combat boots. We have the internet, our voices, our pens, our brushes, and our cameras. And when you rob us of it all we will still have one another and our will to fight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
الثورة مستمرة Thomas Egypt Dylan
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
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