Do Not Speak Harshly Into That Good-Night

Do not speak harshly to your mate,
to check your aggression do not hesitate;
regard him or her as the apple of your eye,
let your touch be tender, your humor wry.

That dusty advice, not to end the day in a fight,
is sound:  so do not speak harshly into that good-night;
when the tone is loving in your own household
then it would likewise follow in your neighboring fold.

Yet soft alarms will not do, when the world is asleep,
nor being still nor timid, for fear of being told to shut up;
to be clear and to confront, willing to go to bat against odds
which weigh heavy - a strong voice and a steady's needed.

("The wise man submits to conditions when he is helpless, bowing to the will of God.  But the evil that is avoidable he roots out without sparing one single moment of effort.")

 

And cowardice poorly covered in a mantle of "tolerance" will be exposed
for what it is, in but a matter of time, when all that is being superimposed
upon indigenous populations and what remains of identifiable nations
falls apart - as it only can - losing all nerve and bluster in the face of immigrations

full of dishonest intention, counterfeit purpose; catastrophe heading for disaster:
in the hands of a bland faceless management-elite which presumes to be master
of this destructive course it both created and mindlessly serves, never once grasping
the evil which rules and controls their unconscious minds, till the day they're gasping

for the last breath of air which will be denied - in vain we'll have died,
who'd fought unceasingly for the conscious individual against this cult of night,
against the blunt cudgel of political correctness preparing the way for a dhimmitude,
in which these will not fare better - indeed, their enforced dumbing-down's a mere prelude.