I am given to many, yet stolen from some A lifetime of battle for what I’ve become To science a fiction; to tyrants a threat A right you are born with, or haven't found yet Some say I'm a fact of the soul While others insist I'm opinion or control

Shell worth more than it's weight in stone... mechanics inside me uniquely their own... Can be recreated but not the same. .. Few rare originals own the name ..

My first four are component key of early semaphore My last four are a pair unique, just two on Earth, no more But really I am used to raise what enemies abhor

Some people say I'm the greatest, Others just a tale. You can find me on maps. Some people insist I'm just a foot. What am I?

3000 years old and still not old, Longer than a river in a single bowl. Twisted by Italy, slurped by Japan. Guess my name if you can.