My OperaIf We Must Die
Thursday, August 2, 2007 6:04:55 PM
It's hard not to notice that being different posses a threat to both you and those whome you differe from. I have seen men burshed, tortured, homiliated, and done unto them unspeakable ordeal just because they beg to differe. All i can say to the oppressors is this;
discriminate against us and we will still love u, rob us our dignity and we will still love you, humiliate us before our wives and children and we will love you still, drive us from our homes, tp the valley of death, and hard as that may seem, we shall still love u. we shall meet your zeal to inflict pain with our effort to withstand pain. But since we see u so determined to drive us to our graves, we then need to change our tarctic. An take orms against you. And to all my brethrens out there, lets come as one and by opposing end,, the heart aches and troubles that accompany us to bed every night. But....
If we must die let it not be like dogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot
While around us bark the mad and hungry dogs
Making a mock of our accursed lot
If we must die, Oh! let us nobly die
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain, then even the monster we defile
Shall be constrained to honour us though dead;
Oh kinsmen, we must meet our common foe:
Though far out numbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one dead blow
What though, before us lies the open grave,
Like men well face murderous coward pack
Pressed to the wall dying but fighting back.
discriminate against us and we will still love u, rob us our dignity and we will still love you, humiliate us before our wives and children and we will love you still, drive us from our homes, tp the valley of death, and hard as that may seem, we shall still love u. we shall meet your zeal to inflict pain with our effort to withstand pain. But since we see u so determined to drive us to our graves, we then need to change our tarctic. An take orms against you. And to all my brethrens out there, lets come as one and by opposing end,, the heart aches and troubles that accompany us to bed every night. But....
If we must die let it not be like dogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot
While around us bark the mad and hungry dogs
Making a mock of our accursed lot
If we must die, Oh! let us nobly die
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain, then even the monster we defile
Shall be constrained to honour us though dead;
Oh kinsmen, we must meet our common foe:
Though far out numbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one dead blow
What though, before us lies the open grave,
Like men well face murderous coward pack
Pressed to the wall dying but fighting back.
