Res-Republica

Oh worm Earth was freedom Hear the voice, turn away no more. Hymn to beauty for the mob: the rights of man I´ll sing you a song: Men are born equal and free! Which nobody can deny their rights in a Republic A pretty cargo that nobody can deny, Our constitutions. Sweet the noble savage meet has sour souce. The vanity and presumtion of governing Beyond the grave the eternal laws of god was the most ridiculous And insolent of all tyrannies. To bind Or control In any shape whatever Without having no longer any participation. No authority in directing its government Or how to administrated the nation source of sovereignity. An american indian made slave Is the example of the Inhumanity of human trade In the concerns of this world as under the labor laws kids all over the world Are employed as slaves in Colombia, India, Africa, Azia. Of liberty and rights I sing: freedom. Little lamb The right to pay no taxes The right to raise a mob or riot The liberty to overturn the state The right to break through all the nations laws Let all be equal. For The oppressed, the injustice of the law is an example Every man my brother was made to why have one property and not another? Then hail to libery Reform and riot Against the crystal cabinet The laws that oppress the poor are unjust. The poor people of the world unit On the rejection of the bill for abolishing injustice. Sears the young heart to images of woe Injured women, rise , assert the right! The miseries of man return Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed The multitude Go gird Of bright artillery Conquest or rule Outline the situation What nature hast left common The inhabitant of those cities the mental traveler. And never forget our history.