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304. 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!

Poem by Robert Burns
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