It Is Necessary To Make

In Truth, Men Speak Too Much Of Danger.

But Love, Like The Sun That It Is, Sets Afire And Melts Everything. What Greed And Privilege To Build Up Over Whole Centuries The Indignation Of A Pious Spirit, With Its Natural Following Of Oppressed Souls, Will Cast Down With A Single Shove.

Hatred, Slavery's Inevitable Aftermath.

My Poems Please The Brave: My Poems, Short And Sincere, Have The Force Of Steel Which Forges Swords.

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.