For the bee to sting, it must have its tail;
For a beast to bite throat, it needs its teeth.
Without deadly fangs, snakes can only flail;
Without grievous thought, fewer causes for grief.
But for birds to fly, they must have their wings-
And how can deer run, unless allowed feet?
Without its fair voice, no laughing dove sings-
And what is a man's mind if made uncomplete?
And what is a man, without his free will;
His choice and his thought; his own deference?
What is a man, when, for despotic thrill,
The state misuse their ill-gotten leverance:
And without contract brokered, or even signed,
Make free thought foreign to modern man's mind?
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