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.
Copyright © Juana Guillen | Year Posted 2008
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