Wearily, silently, they move along, One long caterpillar of human misery, Why can’t we help? We who are strong In traditions of hope and equality. How can they escape the horrors of war, When every small move is overrun, By war-lords, tracing on maps, the course Of rocket, tank and screaming gun? Look! – and ponder well on their plight, These hope-starved wrecks of humanity, Their reflection is cast, as well as it might, In the image of You and Me!