It was volition before devotion,
and in motion that we have found,
that bright signature of our heritage,
lies bleeding on the ground.
I think I may, I think I might,
have the vote I vote tonight,
but in morning quite the other way,
for justice I seem to have to pay,
for money lending and money spent,
we wonder where equality went.
Will when we mean what we say,
upon some other bright as yet uncome day,
that all are equal created,
and bound together in nation fated,
that what is done unto the least,
will be the measure of the beast.
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