From out his foolish child-hands
Will Earth be taken back.
Games, a man's in the making
War trumpet's sounding throughout
Through buzzed counterattack.
Through great swathes of a greening,
Soothing peace, daisy-raised!
As will cover, concealing
Which great injury, injustice
Ever done it; and praised!
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