Is there no other way but this when children learn to curse and kill. when isolation numbs the brain and torture breaks another's will? Is there no other way but this from tyrant fear ourselves to save, but eye for eye, and death for death, till earth becomes our common grave? Is there no other way but this when drug and truncheon, tank and gun impose belief, or seek to force their iron rule on every one? Must we take up the stone, the knife, and at the last the winder bomb; protect our own by taking life, pit all our strength against the strong? Is there no other way but this, no other choice before our race; must hate for ever mask from me a brother or a sister's face? I choose another way than this. I choose to turn from final loss; If love must suffer to redeem, I choose with Christ, not sword but cross.