Age of the Reckoning Hand
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