We were not fashioned for cages,
Or to feed from a keeper's hand.
Our strength which has grown thro' ages,
Is the strength of a slave-free land.
We cannot kneel down to a master,
To our God alone can we pray.
And we stand in this world disaster,
To fight, like a lion at bay.
Written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
My greatest friend in time.
During her visit to Britain in World War 1.
This was never on here but it is now,
For everyone to read, share and enjoy.
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