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The Struggles Waged By Nations Are Weak Only When They Lack Support In The Hearts Of Their Women.

Hatred, Slavery's Inevitable Aftermath.

No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The Cemetery's Crop

The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of Freedom Is Plunged Into The Breast Of Freedom.

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.