No human is full grown till the love tells him to command all. Fear before none. Quiver before nothing. Kneel at no spot. Beg no cure. Be a slave to none and master to none.
I would like to see every single soldier on every single side, just take off your helmet, unbuckle your kit, lay down your rifle, and set down at the side of some shady lane, and say, nope, I aint a gonna kill nobody. Plenty of rich folks wants to fight. Give them the guns.
-from WOODY SEZ, a collection of articles written by Woody for the PEOPLE’S WORLD
Text Copyright (c) 1975 by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.