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We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must fight for them. - Thoreau

the ink of blood scribed in once-shackled veins

handed down through generations in laying lives

synchronicity of resolute marches

battle-weary fallen arches

freedom never goes on sale

Author's Note

"What great interval is there between him who is caught in Africa and made a plantation slave of in the South, and him who is caught in New England and made a Unitarian minister of?" - Thoreau

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[John the Baptist]

Indeed, freedom never goes on sale, but sometimes it is dearly bought.

[Pete]

for sure. thanks j. the b. ... :)