You're a fool. I can't stop you
I know your ears will refuse
To listen my words
Go, fight the world's one
Mighty army
While you're yet with clods and twigs
In your hand to fight with
Fool you may think me so
But, when a man must choose
Between being a slave and a free man
Between resistance and yielding to -
Oppression and occupation
Surely, giving resistance
With head in your palm
Is worth the risk
Mykoul
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