There, sallow and dirty, dying and dead,
the wicked we feared now fears for its head.
So lift up the banners, make a loud shout.
There’s nothing to fear; we’re free from all doubt.
The tyrants are toppled! Freedom returns!
and soon I’ll have power! Nobody learns
that limitless freedom makes of men slaves.
The revolution now digs its own graves.
Poem: The Revolution
Tale Told 