Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Go to your city council meetings. Argue to remove minimum parking requirements. Argue for mixed use zoning. Support public transit projects, affordable housing projects.
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Contact your local government leaders and tell them what policies you’re pissed about. It’s free and takes only 30 ish minutes of your time or less.
Point is that we can organize and there are things we can do.