song—i murder hate

　　i murder hate by flood or field,

　　tho' glory's name may screen us;

　　in wars at home i'll spend my blood—

　　life-giving wars of venus.

　　the deities that i adore

　　are social peace and plenty;

　　i'm better pleas'd to make one more,

　　than be the death of twenty.

　　i would not die like socrates,

　　for all the fuss of plato;

　　nor would i with leonidas,

　　nor yet would i with cato:

　　the zealots of the church and state

　　shall ne'er my mortal foes be;

　　but let me have bold zimri's fate,

　　within the arms of cozbi!