The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.
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There was a scent like honeycomb From mugwort dull. And down upon the dome Of the stone the cart-horse kicks against so oft A butterfly alighted. From aloft He took the heat of the sun, and from below.
Edward Thomas | “The Brook”
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