The old world shall be destroyed. Arise, slaves, arise! Do not say that we have nothing. August 2, 2017 ~ P.N. Why should I be surprised to find that the book’s title, so redolent with romance, should have come from a song sang lustily, with full gusto, by those who rebel only to imprison, free themselves only to enslave? Yes, do not say we have nothing. Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Published by P.N. Enough about me. View all posts by P.N.