First Line: FOOLS, FOOLS, FOOLS Last Line: WHICH WAS YOUR ENEMY. Subject(s): FOOLS; WAR; IDIOTS;
Fools, fools, fools, Your blood is hot to-day. It cools When you are clay. It joins the very clod Wherein you look at God, Wherein at last you see The living God, The loving God, Which was your enemy.
