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  In peace they starve you to your loathsome toil,
 * In war they drive you to the teeth of Death;

And when your life-blood soaks into their soil
 * They give you lies to choke your dying breath.

So will they smite your blind eyes till you see,
 * And lash your naked backs until you know

That wasted blood can never set you free
 * From fettered thralldom to the Common Foe.

Then you will find that "Nation" is a name;
 * That boundaries are things that don't exist;

That Labor's bondage, worldwide, is the same,
 * And ONE the enemy it must resist!

