A free man’s veins are hard like the stone’s veins, the veins of ruled are soft like veins of soft canes.

A slave’s heart is dead, sad and hopeless hence, the free’s heart alive with flames of joys sense.

A lucent heart, free man’s wealth and verves worm, the wealth of ruled just a weeping eyes form.

The slave lacks sincerity and generosity though he be adept in argumentation.

A ruled can not make with free man a tie, this is slave of sky, he’s master of sky.