Slaves No Longer
No longer do the chains and shackles hold back our fellow man.
For, the catenation of lies, exposed so long ago, along with the grapnel of hatred, fermented in the belly of the quadrupled monster, are propelled like the cotton from the grasp of the divided man whose race is far from finished.
Still, hallowed swings at the bole of the tree make but tepid marks on the marrow of sweet Liberty.
