The Slave

by James Oppenheim

They set the slave free, striking off his chains…. Then he was as much of a slave as ever. He was still chained to servility, He was still manacled to indolence and sloth, He was still bound by fear and superstition, By ignorance, suspicion, and savagery … His slavery was not in the chains, But in himself … They can only set free men free … And there is no need of that: Free men set themselves free.

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