The World State
by G.K. Chesterton (via a chat with Randall Szott)
Oh, how I love Humanity,
With love so pure and pringlish,
And how I hate the horrid French,
Who never will be English!
The International Idea,
The largest and the clearest,
Is welding all the nations now,
Except the one that’s nearest.
This compromise has long been known,
This scheme of partial pardons,
In ethical societies
And small suburban gardens—
The villas and the chapels
where I learned with little labour
The way to love my fellow-man
And hate my next-door neighbour.
