The reptile or the worm so base in kind,
Would not disdain the rags “creation’s kings”
Disgrace their bodies with?
Oh be not shocked at our forced nakedness,
Ye masters who refuse to clothe your slaves.
Do you not steal the wool that we have shorn,
The cloth we weave, the garments that we made?
You stole our clothes, behold us naked now.
Let us arise and from our bodies tear
The fetid uniform that brands us slaves.