I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.
Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?
For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balmâ€” Not lost but gone before.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.