Classics: Do Not Go Gentle

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
When trapped by awful limits, girl, cause chaos and blow up your town.
Rage, when the empire’s shadow pours across your lands and your springs are numbered.
When the empire’s shadow pours across your lands and your days are numbered – rage!
When whichever dirt can be washed off, yet stiff conformity cannot.
Rage recklessly, for freedom lies in haste, and the invader’s at the door.
Grab the heart of the world and wring it, before it wrings your neck.