The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.
The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.
Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.