It's coming soon and soon, mother, it's nearer every day,
When only men who work and sweat will have a word to say;
When all who earn their honest bread in every land and soil
Will claim the Brotherhood of Man, the Comradeship of Toil;
When we, the Workers, all demand: What are we fighting for?'...
Then, then we'll end that stupid crime, that devil's madness — War.

Ballads of a Bohemian (1921), Michael