He heard the war howl in the sooty night
Dread in his guts at the meaning of the sight
Of all the dead that he ever did see
Going one by one when they ought live free
On they pass, the millions
Sacrificed for devil’s trillions
Brothers, sisters all, from first to last
Peace on their mast as on, they passed
Friends who Loved as they grafted, played
Hearts shame a tyrant’s stone and staid
That lusts to bury Peace in the bed
No Love from that cold rock bled
He, the hero with handsome heart
Sought to vanquish what hell impart
A long, long fight he has fought to bring
Peace to Earth, to hear her sing
On golden wing aspiring
Grafting, never tiring
A soul and heart of brazen fire
Burnished with colours of desire
Vision suffice to be sung to lyres
Sings end of war, can love no more
And for that day he grafts, aspires
And tyrant tremble as he roar