(Written by Percy Shelley as part of a poem called The Mask of Anarchy)nnnn Rise Like Lions after Slumber nnin unvanquishable number nnand shake your chains to earth like dew nnwhich in sleep have fallen on you nnwe are many they are few nnwe are many and they are few nnnnwhat is freedom? nnyou can tell that which slavery is too well nnfor its very name has grown to an echo of your own nnit is to work and have such pay nnas just meets life from day to day nnin you limbs as in a cell nnfor the tyrants use to dwell nnand to be for him made nnloom and plough and sword and spade nnwith or without your own will bent nnfor their defense and nourishment nnnnrise like lions...n