Freedom a word, more than the base coinage
Of statesmen, the tyrants dishonoured cheque, or the dreamer's
mad
Inflated currency. She is mortal, we know, and made
In the image of simple men who have no taste for carnage
But sooner kill and are killed than see that image betrayed.
C. Day Lewis, The Nabara
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