Boys Will Be Boys. And

Why Are Millions Spent On The War Each Day, While Not A Penny Is Available For ... Artists Or The Poor? Why Do People Have To Starve When Mountians Of Food Are Rotting Away In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

I Feel The Suffering Of Millions. And Yet, When I Look Up At The Sky, I Somehow Feel That Every-thing Will Change For The Better, That This Cruelty Too Shall End, That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Once More.

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.

If God Lets Me Live, I Shall Attain More Than Mummy Ever Has Done, I Shall Not Remain Insignificant, I Shall Work In The World And For Mankind!

The World Has Plenty Of Room, Riches, Money And Beauty ... Let Us Begin By Dividing It More Fairly.