The world is full of scribbling Nobodies who think they’re scribbling Somebodies. - Robert W. Service

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.

Mud is mankind in the moulding,
Heaven's mystery unfolding

Some praise the Lord for Light,
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark.