Anonymous Basterds There is a voice its sound is enormous Made up of the lamb and the lions lull Everything

becomes suddenly so still There is no want and there is no hunger Propaganda reverts to theatre The audience is everywhere and far And a revival of Shakespeare occurs Not only of him but of everyone Liberty at last is free from Power Authority once and last is within No sovereign is only a nations arms While there is still freedom in arriving Its last captives await their asylum No bastard was made less of a person