God knows there's plenty of earth for all of us!
Then why must we sweat for it, deny for it,
Pray for it, cry for it,
Kill, maim and lie for it,
Struggle and suffer and die for it—
We who are gentle and sane?

Let us respect one another, wherever we are.
Fly your flag, O my brother;
I like its bright color, whether red, green or yellow;
Your language is queer, but I'll learn it in time;
And you're a dear fellow,
If your laws are not quite so clean as our own;
But then ours need pruning, and thistles have grown.
So I won't spill your blood, for that's not the way
To assist in law-making, whatever some say.
I'll try by example to lead you aright
Out of the shadows and into the light—
If you'll do as much for me.

What? You don't understand?
You refuse my right hand?
You say might is right,
And to live we must fight?
Are we still in such plight?
Poor, blind, stupid fool, so deep in the dust—
Well, hand me the gun—
If I must—if I must!