愿光明照耀城镇，愿永远平安!五巨头在世界之光中相遇，就像以前许多人相遇一样，人类的未来已经确定，不再有战争。羊羔必与狮子同卧，以诡诈倚靠。勇敢的人与懦夫同行，心灵的枷锁束缚着自由的人，诚实的人和说谎者永远在陆地和海洋上同坐。不再有激情，不再有爱，不再有恨;不再轻视微不足道的人，不再尊敬伟大的人;他们必像兔子繁殖，像牲畜交配。瞧!这句话是五大巨头说的，每个人都皱着可怕的眉头;每个人都有自己选择的国家、州、城市和城镇; Each for his lawn and table and the bed where he lies him down. Cobbler and crank and chandler, magpie and ape disguised; Each bound to his grocery corner ? these are the Five we prized; Bleating the teaching of others whom they ever despised. But three shall meet in a cellar, companions of mildew and rats; And three shall meet in a garret, pungent with stench of the cats, And three in a cave in the forest where the torchlight maddens the bats ? Bats as blind as the people, streaming into the glare ? And the Nine shall turn the nations back to the plain things there; Tracing in chalk and charcoal treaties that none can tear: Truth that goes higher than airships and deeper than submarines, And a message swifter than wireless ? and none shall know what it means ? Till an army is rushed together and ready behind the scenes. The Big Five sit together in the light of the World and day, Each tied to his grocery corner though he travel the world for aye, Each bleating the dreams of dreamers whom he has despised alway. And intellect shall be tortured, and art destroyed for a span ? The brute shall defile the pictures as he did when the age began; He shall hawk and spit in the palace to prove that he is a man. Cobbler and crank and chandler, magpie and ape disguised; Each bound to his grocery corner ? these are the Five we prized; Bleating the teaching of others whom they ever despised. Let the nations scatter their armies and level their arsenals well, Let them blow their airships to Heaven and sink their warships to Hell, Let them maim the feet of the runner and silence the drum and the bell; But shapes shall glide from the cellar who never had dared to "strike", And shapes shall drop from the garret (ghastly and so alike) To drag from the cave in the forest powder and cannon and pike. As of old, we are sending a message to Garcia still ? Smoke from the peak by sunlight, beacon by night from the hill; And the drum shall throb in the distance ? the drum that never was still.