I Glory In The Conflict, That I

Oppression Makes A Wise Man Mad.

America Is False To The Past, False To The Present, And Solemnly Binds Herself To Be False To The Future.

I Had As Well Be Killed Running As Die Standing

Beat And Cuff Your Slave, Keep Him Hungry And Spiritless, And He Will Follow The Chain Of His Master Like A Dog. Feed And Clothe Him Well, Work Him Moderately, Surround Him With Physical Comfort And Dreams Of Freedom Intrude.

Heaven's Blessing Must Attend All, And Freedom Must Soon Be Given To The Pining Millions Under A Ruthless Bondage.