Fools-to-free-the-world, they go, Primeval hearts from Buffalo. Red cataracts of France to-day Awake, three thousand miles away, An echo of Niagara The cataract of Niagara. |
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness. |
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, Cutting through the forest with a golden track. |
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: -- / To speak of bloody power as right divine,/ And call on God to guard each vile chief's house,/ And for such chiefs, turn men to wolves and swine. |
To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name |
You can't crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. |