gone are the ghosts and gods,
fear's strangled emerods,
thought's spider snares;
dead are the craven creeds;
truth demands noble deeds,
all free man dares.
men, be your own recourse!
waste not your fire and force
in fatuous prayers!
better, come cannily
down on the enemy,
set them to theirs
free from the bogie faith,
false fear and wastrel wraith,
from shame and guilt,
rise, in thine own self-awe,
live to the living law:
do what thou wilt!
to the memory of
mustapha kemal pasha ataturk:
for my old friend and pupil
major-general john charles
frederick fuller
and my son aleister ataturk.
