might makes right

I dreamt of a man from the 1940s. He was Irish and it felt like war time. He was singing a little chant...

"We all should have the same values,
You should be like me,
Then might makes right
and we must fight
and make an amputee."


It felt like a song of irony... showing how stupid it all is, we will never all be alike..
and to impress then on another could only be done by force
and then we lose.