"ENDLESS STRIFE"
Bill Johnson

For this my father left his home
And crossed the stormy sea.
That children who might come after him
From ancent hates be free.

For this he faced the dark unknown
A cold unfriendly land
that they might know a better life
Freed from this ancient ban

His father and his father's sire
All had their share of hell
One breathed his last on Elb's bloody shore
The other at Zurken fell

Oh, men of wealth and men of power
Shall ever bear the  blame
For all the blood--the suffering
For all the hate--the shame

We shudder at the very thought
Of women who have died
The very young, the very old
murdered form the sky.

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