How much longer before you understand you are ruining my reputation? Should the streets stink with this growing stench of blood; this jailish smell of hopeless decayed bodies, and putrid essence of failed promises, before you rise to the whispers of your trampled fragile freedom?

You called, this day, some threescore and four years ago. Did I not answer? I came, and married one from among you. You called her freedom.

She was a fine wine, that proved only a name. Her pale skin and demeanour was admirable...but sickly as we speak. 

Oh no, I have not divorced her...but she cries out from the pain of being trampled by her own.

One of your kin blames the silky-haired taskmasters of his youth for his woes. Another, the kins you made kings. Yet, wide awake, you welcomed war between two of your brothers, intending to swallow the younger.

Why wait until your sister, Freedom, dies before you answer her call? Why wait until her lady-in-waiting, the one you call Liberty, forsake her? Why wait until I'm no son-in-law of yours before you stride to the mount of the Lady of Justice, and seek her face.

What? She's dying?

I doubt that. Her immortality forbids that she should, unless you have slain her with the sword she wields.

I hail you, weakened giant... I charge you to get up. 

Your children are scattered. Your offsprings are dying everyday... murdered and eaten by their own brothers.

Mocked by foreigners-- I fear you debts makes you their captive.

Awake from slumber, or you may one day be as the barren.

Strengthen your arms for there's hope for your future.

Signed.

Independence.