| Two words about the world we see, |
| And nought but Mine and Thine they be. |
| Ah! might we drive them forth and wide |
| With us should rest and peace abide; |
| All free, nought owned of goods and gear, |
| By men and women though it were |
| Common to all all wheat and wine |
| Over the seas and up the Rhine. |
| No manslayer then the wide world o'er |
| When Mine and Thine are known no more. |
| Yea, God, well counselled for our health, |
| Gave all this fleeting earthly wealth |
| A common heritage to all, |
| That men might feed them therewithal, |
| And clothe their limbs and shoe their feet |
| And live a simple life and sweet. |
| But now so rageth greediness |
| That each desireth nothing less |
| Than all the world, and all his own, |
| And all for him and him alone. |
- - William Morris
