Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!