You Are the Brave

You are the brave who do not break
In the grip of the mob when the blow comes straight
To the shattered bone; when the sockets shriek;
When your arms lie twisted under your back.

Good men holding their courage slack
In their frightened pockets see how weak
The work that is done; and feel the weight
Of your blood on the ground for their spirits’ sake;

And build their anger, stone on stone;
Each silently, but not alone.

-Raymond R. Patterson

Age of the Reckoning Hand