Padraic Pierce

I am come of the seed of the people.the people at sorrow. that have no treasure but hope.no riches laid up but the memory of a nation pleury. - fiore/ fiorenzo bava beccaris- my mother bore me in bondage.in bondage my mother was born.I am of born of the blood of serfs. (...) my I speak to my people and I speak in my people.s name to the masters of my people I say to my people that they are holy that they are august despite their chains.that they are greater than those that hold them that they are stronger and purer .(...) and I say to my masters beware. beware of the people.s coming who shall take what you will not give. (...) tyrants.hypocrites.liars. - sons of babel-