Choric Stanzas

Remember, no men are strange, no country is foreign.

Beneath all uniforms, a single body breathes
Like ours; the land our brothers walk upon
Is earth like this, In which we all shall lie.

They, too, aware of sun and air and water,
Are fed by peaceful harvests, by wars long winter starved.
Their hands are ours, and in their lines we read
A labour not different from our own.

Remember they have eyes like ours that wake
Or sleep, and strength that can be won
By love. In every land is common life
That all can recognise, and understand.

Let us remember, whenever we are told
To hate our brothers, it is ourselves
That we shall dispossess, betray, condemn.
Remember, we who take arms against each other,
It is the human earth that we defile.
Our hells of lire and dust outrage the innocence
Of air that is everywhere our own.
Remember, no men are foreign, and no country strange.