Quote by Ralph Chaplin, Mourn Not the Dea

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie Dust unto dustThe calm, sweet earth that mothers all who dieAs all men must;Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwellToo strong to striveWithin each steel-bound coffin of a cell,Buried alive;But rather mourn the apathetic throngThe cowed and the meekWho see the world's great anguish and its wrongAnd dare not speak!

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie Dust unto dust

Summary

This quote urges us not to mourn the dead, who have found peace in the earth, but to instead lament those who remain silent in the face of injustice and suffering. It suggests that we should not only grieve for those imprisoned and oppressed, but also for the passive and fearful majority who witness global suffering yet choose not to speak out. The quote highlights the importance of courage and speaking up against wrongdoing, emphasizing that the real tragedy lies in the apathy and silence of those who have the power to make a difference.

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By Ralph Chaplin, Mourn Not the Dea

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