Thorns of Thraldom

The weakness of the weak is not the strength of the strong... and those who must get to the peak must do something right or wrong. The poverty of the poor... is not the wealth of the wealthy and those who sit on the floor might be hale, hearty and healthy. The trouble of the distressed is not the peace of those at ease... and those who are truly blessed will make pride and prejudice cease. Declear it from the rooftop let it be clear to the darkest cloud... Make the heart of men flip-flop, let us rid our world of the proud. I am the voice of righteousness resounding the wispers of wisdom. I am the hills of holiness rescuing men from thorns of thraldom.