Fields of shield
War and wield
Weapons lay waste.
Hear the cry:
Let us taste
Blood and gore!
Let them die!
Bones to bash!
Lives to trash!
Brains to dash!

Is there more?
Will we wake?
From our mistake
And see the Holy of the Whole?
Hold each other’s warm and friendly hands
Instead of lethal iron bands?

Ere we take
The earth to ash,
Will we wake
From our mistake?
Will we ever weave with grace
Loving lines upon the face
Of earth’s clean
Blue and green wild scene?

Will we stand
Hand in hand,
Each to each
Reach and teach
Laugh and sing
In one unbroken joyous ring?

Or in a fit to finally win
Will we cry a lusty "Gin!"
Scattering down the careless cards of Fate
Crashing down great heaven’s gate
Fouling earth, air, and water too
Waking only as we finally die
Sighing one last heartfelt sigh
To see that We and only We --
We ourselves were our only Waterloo.

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