Invictus By William Ernest Henley

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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.
– William Ernest Henley

One of my favourite poems of all time. Celebrating the human courage that wrestles not just with depravity, violence and villainy of this world, but also the absurdity of existence and the futility of conflict. It faces everything with a singular courage, the extra-ordinary power that each one of us has to shape our future and the future of humanity.
Our fate is waiting for us to take control of it.
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