We are the valiant Knights of Peace <br />Who prattle for the Right: <br />Our banner is of snowy fleece, <br />Inscrib'd: 'TOO PROUD TO FIGHT!' <br /> <br />By sweet Chautauqua's flow'ry banks <br />We love to sing and play, <br />But should we spy a foeman's ranks! <br />We'd proudly run away! <br /> <br />When Prussian fury sweeps the main <br />Our freedom to deny; <br />Of tyrant laws we ne'er complain; <br />But gladsomely comply! <br /> <br />We do not fear the submarines <br />That plough the troubled foam; <br />We scorn the ugly old machines - <br />And safely stay at home! <br /> <br />They say our country's close to war <br />And soon must man the guns; <br />But we see naught to struggle for - <br />We love the gentle Huns! <br /> <br />What though their hireling Greaser bands <br />Invade our southern plains? <br />We well can spare those boist'rous lands, <br />Content with what remains! <br /> <br />Our fathers were both rude and bold, <br />And would not live like brothers; <br />But we are of a finer mould - <br />We're much more like our mothers!<br /><br />Howard Phillips Lovecraft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pacifist-war-song-1917/
