Where there is no might, right loses itself
Peace with a cudgel in hand is war
Where the iron goes, there goes the rust
He that would speak the truth must have one foot in the stirrup
Where there is no might, right loses itself
Peace with a cudgel in hand is war
Where the iron goes, there goes the rust
He that would speak the truth must have one foot in the stirrup
RAJA ARASA RATNAM 