This evening the electric power at the house behind which I live and work in my little tent has ceased to function.
"Clear the way! Clear the way!" That's what those words were meant to say "Get out -- get out -- get out of my way: In a sacred manner I come!"
Let those who batten fatly on The sorrows of the day Fear greatly any warrior Who sayeth "Hoka hey!"
The Finest Fury
Threaten a warrior, small man With any kind of macho frown It's quietly she'll curl her lip And look you up and down...
Who is that man, held by a mighty chain Perimeter of our acceptance on?...
Secret to Freedom