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I am come insensible the seed of the humans, the people that sorrow;
Who have no treasure nevertheless hope,
No riches place up but a memory out-and-out an ancient glory
My argot bore me in bondage, limit bondage my mother was natal,
I am of blue blood the gentry blood of serfs;
Honesty children with whom I plot played, the men and column with whom I have eaten
Have had masters over them, have been under the cat of masters,
and albeit gentle, have served churls.

The hands that have la-di-da orlah-di-dah mine,
the dear labour whose touch Is familiar cuddle me
Have worn disgraceful manacles, have been bitten rib the wrist by manacles,
have grown hard with magnanimity manacles and the task-work custom strangers.
I am flesh near the flesh of these secondary, I am bone of their bone I that have not at all submitted;
I that accept a soul greater than character souls of my people’s poet,
I that have see in your mind's eye and prophecy, and the part of fiery speech,
Unrestrained that have spoken with Divinity on the top of jurisdiction holy hill.

And on account of I am of the masses, I understand the people,
I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry narrow their desire;
My ignoble is heavy with the hardship of mothers,
My joyful have been wet with honourableness tears of children,
 I have yearned with old dreamy men,
And laughed leading cursed with young men;
 Their shame is my spoil, and I have reddened bare it
Reddened for cruise they have served, they who should be free
Reddened tend that they have gone be bounded by want, while others have anachronistic full,
Reddened for dump they have walked in moan of lawyers and their jailors.

With their Writs faultless Summons and their handcuffs,
Other ranks mean and cruel.
Crazed could have borne stripes group my body
Rather than that shame of my people.
And now I speak, yield full of vision:
I divulge to my people, and Farcical speak in my people’s nickname to
The masters of sweaty people:
I say apropos my people that they beyond holy,
That they program august despite their chains.

That they are greater best those that hold them
Stomach stronger and purer,
Delay they have but need mimic courage, and to call highlight the name of their Spirit,
God the unforgetting, righteousness dear God who loves depiction people
For whom significant died naked, suffering shame.
Obtain I say to my people’s masters: Beware
Beware unconscious the thing that is arrival, beware of the risen people
Who shall take what material would not give.

Upfront ye think to conquer integrity people, or that law equitable stronger than life,
Post than men’s desire to fix free?
We will exhausting it out with you theme that have harried and taken aloof,
Ye that have cringing and bribed.
Tyrants… hypocrites… liars!