Can someone give me a poem about speaking up, even if it is hard.

Speak Up

Speak up, for your lips are not sealed

And your words are still your own

This upright body is yours:

Speak, while your soul is still your own

Look there, in that smithy;

Its red oven, fierce flames,

The padlocks are already opening their mouths

And each fetter is skirting around.

Speak up now, for time is running out.

Before your body and mind fade away,

Tell us, the truth is not yet dead.

Speak

Whatever you have to say!

postards have pictures on them, these pictures are things that may never be seen again. the pictures are a part of our history that shows things. because of this many collectors would pay a lot of money for them.

i read on google they "offer a glimpse into the past"

hope this : )

imparadis't in one anothers arms  

the happier eden, shall enjoy their fill  

of bliss on bliss, while i to hell am thrust,  

where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,  

among our other torments not the least,  

still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines;  

yet let me not forget what i have gain'd  

from their own mouths; all is not theirs it seems:  

one fatal tree there stands of knowledge call'd,  

forbidden them to taste: knowledge forbidd'n?  

suspicious, reasonless. why should their lord  

envie them that? can it be sin to know,