Go fight, you fools! Tear up the earth
And1 spill each others guts upon the
Serve unto death the men you served in
So that their wide dominions may not
Stand by the flag—the lie that still al-
Lay down your lives for land you do not
And give unto a war that is not yours
Your gory tithe of mangled flesh and
But whether it be yours to fall or kill
You must not question why nor where.
You see the tiny crosses on that hill?
It took all those to make one million-
The bugle screams, the cannons cease to
"Enough! enough! God give us peace
The rats, the maggots and the Lords of
Are fat to bursting from their meal of
So stagger back, you stupid dupes who've
Back to your stricken towns to toil
For there your dismal tasks are still un-
And grim Starvation gropes again for
Then you will find that "nation" is a name
And boundaries are things that don't
That Labor's bondage, worldwide, Is the
And ONE the enemy it must resist.