Part of 59. For there is a world of peace to be built. There is good soil to be tilled, good things to be made. But we cannot move into that bright good world until the imperialist war monster is destroyed forever and his bones, discarded and forgotten, go to join the bones of those other beasts, the cave hyena and the saber-tooth tiger. (¿Quién quiere la guerra, quién querre la paz?)
