I am in high school and am currently having to read a lot of poetry, which I am not particularly fond of. Today, I read this and though it was a nice little lyric. "The seed ye sow, another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps; The robes ye weave, another wears; The arms ye forge, another bears. Sow seed-but let no tyrant reap; Find wealth-let no imposter heap; Weave robes-let not the idle wear; Forge arms-in your defense to bear." -Percy Bysshe Shelley "Song to the Men of England"