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We have outgrown the helmet and cuirass, / The spear, the arrow, and the javelin. / These crude inventions of a cruder age, / When men killed men to show their love of God, / And he who slaughtered most was greatest king. / We have outgrown the need of war! / Should men / Unite in this one thought, all war would end.
Disarm the world; and let all Nations meet / Like Men, not monsters, when disputes arise. / When crossed opinions tangle into snarls, / Let Courts untie them, and not armies cut. / When State discussions breed dissensions, let / Union and Arbitration supersede / The hell-created implements of War. / Disarm the world! and bid destructive thought / Slip like a serpent from the mortal mind / Down through the marshes of oblivion. Soon / A race of gods shall rise! Disarm! Disarm!