Indians For Guns

there is this poem which is very dear to me, my grandfather recited it, my father did and i find solace in it.
japan just got hit by another quake.
when ones resolve may falter,
the example of a few uplift the spirits of the many.
i pay my respects to those brave and noble people and pray for them.
This poem is invictus,
read up about it someday.



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Nice .

there was a post about this poem very recently.