A HARMATIA

If the dark angel rings your bell, oftimes a simple muse will become our hell- If on enticement's path the furies we chance pur inspiration is led a merry dance- If time lies idle upon our hands and to soft whispers,we hark, our endeavours miss the mark Listen close,which twin to choose Enticement's fury or inspiration's muse

Will liberty ring out again, beneath the cries of human rights can freedom's name survive, dissembling and lies; Will duty from its prison flee throw off its shackled memory, is respect just a word, spoken,but never heard: How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ? when ,when, will ego bend the knee, the victim is not me my friend,my friend,it's we. Who rings this bell of liberty truly sounds,our culture's death knell.

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