The Voice Of The People Is The

I Am Tired And Sick Of War. Its Glory Is All Moonshine. It Is Only Those Who Have Neither Fired A Shot Nor Heard The Shrieks And Groans Of The Wounded Who Cry Aloud For Blood, For Vengeance, For Desolation. War Is Hell.

There's Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory But It Is All Hell.

There Will Soon Come An Armed Contest Between Capital And Labor. They Will Oppose Each Other, Not With Words And Arguments, But With Shot And Shell, Gun-powder And Cannon. The Better Classes Are Tired Of The Insane Howling Of The Lower Strata And They Mean To Stop Them.

...[we] Must Stop These Swarms Of Jews Who Are Trading, Bartering And Robbing.

At First You Will Make Headway, But As Your Limited Resources Begin To Fail, Shut Out From The Markets Of Europe As You Will Be, Your Cause Will Begin To Wane. If Your People Will But Stop And Think, They Must See That In The End You Will Surely Fail.