Throw a sicky, she said

And I felt sick

Is this what we’ve come to?

Is all honour gone?

If the world is ending

Must we abandon all we hold dear?

Or does she just think that

I’m wasting my time

With these things that I do?

I believe in the cause

I know that it’s true

But there is more to the world

So much more to be done

I will not go quietly

Into the dying

But I will go on my own terms

Into the light

You brave ones may forge ahead to glory

Breaking the chains

We honour you truly

Demolishing walls

You’re taking us through

But some of us are going back

For those buried in the rubble

Those who didn’t hear the call

Were trapped, alone and voiceless

Or not human at all

We’ll try to dig them out

Honour their forgotten beauty

Or just stay behind to hold their hands

Rebels who did their duty

I will not go quietly

But I will not rage

I’ll walk with head held high

Though my back is bent with carrying

And though I come too late.