Race and religion, more than mind, Can a people closely bind. A successful people is often bound By some common purpose and values sound. The cultures of the world, I say, Are like flowers in a big bouquet. What's yet to come will be the best. They're fools, not traitors, who to spurn Their country, its flags do burn.
Free thought comes to a deadly stop When fanatics reach a nation's top.
Once a year, all nations should Speak of their foes what's only good. With freedom's mighty magic chain We can climb up and also go down the drain. Cursed is the wretched land Where power changes not from hand to hand. Democracy is not all that neat When people don't have much to eat. Tyrants cannot hold their sway If dumb soldiers do not them obey.