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In peace they starve you to your loathsome toil,
In war they drive you to the teeth of Death;
And when your life-blood soaks into their soil
They give you lies to choke your dying breath.
So will they smite your blind eyes till you see,
And lash your naked backs until you know
That wasted blood can never set you free
From fettered thralldom to the Common Foe.
Then you will find that "Nation" is a name;
That boundaries are things that don't exist;
That Labor's bondage, worldwide, is the same,
And ONE the enemy it must resist!
Montreal, P. Q.
1914
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