| and dictators die
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| To those who can hear me, I say
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| do not despair.
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| The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed
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| the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
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| The hate of men will pass,
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| and dictators die,
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| and the power they took from the people will return to the people
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| Soldiers! |
| don’t give yourselves to brutes
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| men who despise you, enslave you
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| who regiment your lives,
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| tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel!
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| Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.
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| Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men
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| machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
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| You are not machines! |
| You are not cattle! |
| You are men!
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| You have the love of humanity in your hearts!
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| You don’t hate! |
| Only the unloved hate — the unloved and the unnatural
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| In you! |
| You, the people have the power,
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| the power to create machines. |
| The power to create happiness!
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| You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful,
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| to make this life a wonderful adventure.
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| Then — in the name of democracy — let us use that power — let us all unite. |