(Written by Percy Shelley as part of a poem called The Mask of Anarchy) Rise Like Lions after Slumber In unvanquishable number And shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep have fallen on you We are many they are few We are many and they are few What is freedom? You can tell that which slavery is too well For its very name has grown to an echo of your own It is to work and have such pay As just meets life from day to day In you limbs as in a cell For the tyrants use to dwell And to be for him made Loom and plough and sword and spade With or without your own will bent For their defense and nourishment Rise like lions...