Human Eyes Must Glare
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Our most important goal is adding strength
To feebleness, our own. If destiny
Is rigid, weaklings wait. Then cladding strength
(Our human, fragile force) is how we free
Ourselves to function in our fate. We build
A pattern for our beauty. If some gods
Then crush that goodness, if our plans are killed,
We lived in honor straining with the odds.
Decrees are mere decrees. Antigones
Defy them. Creons and the Furies hate
Us. Potentates and sly Eumenides
Are criminal. We stand against sad fate.
The Fates strike blind but we are born to bear
Against them. Heros hold — and stand and stare.
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