In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience
