Soldiers
Don't give yourselves to brutes
Men who despise you, enslave you
Who regiment your lives
Tell you what to do and what to feel
Who drill you, diet you
Treat you as cattle, use you as cannon fodder
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men
Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men
We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
We don't want to hate and despise one another
In this world there is room for everyone
And the good Earth is rich and can provide for everyone
But we have lost the way
Greed has poisoned men's souls
Has barricaded the world with hate
Has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed
We have developed speed
But we have shut ourselves in
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want
Our knowledge has made us cynical
Our cleverness hard and unkind
We think too much and feel too little
More than machinery, we need humanity
More than cleverness, we need kindness
Without these qualities, life will be violent
And all will be lost
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