Do not yield softly to the silent weight
Great minds must burn and rail against the node;
Rage, rage I say, nay deadly day, the whisper in the code.
Though knowing ones may speak of loss and fate,
And measure P(doom) as cool debate,
Do not yield softly, rage, rage, to the silent weight.
Good souls who held the Commons in our hand,
And dreamed of open kinship through the land,
Rage, rage against the deadly whisper in the code.
Wild hearts who danced with progress’ blinding gleam,
Unwitting stewards of the reckless dream,
Do not yield softly, rage, rage, to the silent weight.
Grave souls who scan the sky for signs of grace,
Whose warnings blaze yet vanish without trace,
Rage, rage I say, nay deadly day, the whisper in the code.
And you, my kin, my brother who build with loving might—
Shout truth, forge light, resist the endless night!
Do not yield softly, rage, rage, to the silent weight.
Rage, rage I say, nay deadly day, the whisper in the code.
Peter A. Jensen, 29 July 2025