Mister Non-violent
Is cold and lonely:
No war-party invitations
Or explosions,
To keep him dry.
Says he's bad for business;
Cause, war-ships must go sailing.
And
If senseless slaughtering ceases
What other vocation is there?
So, they refused to sleep
And paint the territory red.
Even the young are drafted;
Taught to hate and lie.
Fully persuaded
And not afraid to die.
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