No Men Are Foreign

Remember, no men are strange, no countries Foreign Beneath all uniforms, a single body breathes Like ours: the land our brothers walk upon Is earth like this, in which we all shall lie.

They, too, aware of sun and air water,

Are fed by peaceful harvests, by war's long winter starv 'd. Their hands are ours, and in their lines we read A labour not different from our own.

Remember they have eyes like ours that wake

Or sleep, and strength that can be won 

By love. In every land is common life 

That all can recognise and understand.

Let us remember, whenever we are told 

To hate our brothers, it is ourselves 

That we shall discussess, betray, condemn.

Remember, we who take arms against each other 

It is the human earth that we defile.

Our hells of fire and dust outrage the innocence 

Of air that is everywhere our own,

Remember, no men are foreign, and no countries strange.