We Light The Oven So That Everyone

Let Those Who Desire A Secure Homeland Conquer It. Let Those Who Do Not Conquer It Live Under The Whip And In Exile, Watched Over Like Wild Animals, Cast From One Country To Another, Concealing The Death Of Their Souls With A Beggar's Smile From The Scorn Of Free Men.

We Light The Oven So That Everyone May Bake Bread In It.

Many Houses Were Still Full Of Light When, At The Close Of March 22, The People Of The Círculo Returned To Their Homes, Which Were Gladdened With A Fleeting Gladness By An Hour Of Justice - For There Are Still Many Slaves, Black And White, In Puerto Rico!

It Is My Duty To Prevent, Through The Independence Of Cuba, The U.s.a. From Spreading Over The West Indies And Falling With Addedweight Upon Other Lands Of Our America. All I Have Done Up To Now And Shall Do Hereafter Is To That End.... I Know The Monster, Because I Have Lived In Its Lair--and My Weapon Is Only The Slingshot Of David.

Hatred, Slavery's Inevitable Aftermath.