INVICTUS

For some peculiar reason over this past weekend, the poem Invictus came to mind. During our primary school years, many of us were taught to recite a great many poems.

This poem by William Ernest Henley is easily remembered for its last two lines:

INVICTUS

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. 
 

I thought I would share it with our RightFromYaad readers, as it speaks to individualism, reason and personal liberty. Invictus means ‘unconquerable‘. I am unique unto myself and I shall not, I will not be conquered by force.

Kavon Fiennes

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