  Drop W ar is hell!—war is hell!—This is what the war-men yell Yet they love to be in hell, Love to hear the iron hail Strike, till even strong men quail; Love the dying soldier's knell, Ringing shot and shrieking shell, Love to hear the battle-cry, Love to see men fight and die With the struggle in their eye— War is hell—war is hell,— This is what the war-men yell. War is wrong—war is wrong; This the burden of my song: War is wrong—war is wrong— Sound the pean, human tongue; Let the message far be flung— Sound it, sound it heaven-high, Sound it to the starry sky, And Heaven, repeat the echoing, Till all the earth of peace shall sing. Peace loves day, but war loves night; Peace loves calmness, war—to fight In the wrong or in the right; Peace the hungry man gives bread, War would give a stone instead; Peace is honest—not so war, Crying—any way is fair; Peace loves life—War loves the dead With a halo overhead; Peace pleads justice—War cries might In the wrong or in the right; Peace pleads—love your fellow-man, War cries—kill him if you can; Peace no evil thing would slight, Yet while daring dares not fight, Peace means liberty and life, War means enmity and strife; Peace means plenty, peace means power, War means—hell, and would devour All who do not trust its power; Peace means joy and love tomorrow, War means hatred, death and sorrow; Peace says—Bless you—men are brothers, War says—Damn you, and all others. War is hell, war is hell!— This is what the war-men yell; War is wrong, war is wrong— This the burden of my song; War is wrong, war is wrong, There never was a just one, Never; There never was a just one, Never. True as two from two leaves none, True as days are never done, True as rivers downward run, True as heaven holds the sun,— War is wrong, war is wrong, There never was a just one, Never; There never was a just one, Never— Sound the message, human tongue, Sound it, sound it heaven-high, Sound it to the starry sky, And Heaven, repeat the echoing Till all the earth of peace shall sing. |
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