I know your name, race, color, creed - -
It’s hate; You feed on pain and death;
But do not die if you are slain,
And call your killing other names;
Justice . . . Honor . . . God’s own will,
Or, morally you’re bound to kill.
Your brotherhood spans all the bounds
Of nation, color, creed and race;
You know each other well but act
Like enemies, to hide the face
Of greed, and lust - - of cruelty,
That makes you and your enemy
A single hate-fused entity.