Soldiers: don't give yourselves to brutes
Men who despise you and enslave you
who regiment your lives
Tell you what to do, what to think
and what to feel
Who drill you, diet you
treat you as cattle, 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 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