BOUND TO BE FREE
What is my religion, that to which
I’m bound, those principles by which I live,
Intended to ensure my life is rich
Not in what I’ve acquired, but have to give?
It’s charity, a caring for all others,
Whose needs are as important as my own
Because we all are sisters and are brothers,
Each with a feeling heart and not a stone.
Or so it should be, if we would behave
As all our wise ones have exhorted us,
For enmity and envy will enslave
Our souls, making our future ominous.
Our liberty then lies in being free:
The soul of love is liberality.