Many are the crimes cruel man has done,
From the early ages to the present one,
But of all crimes against the human race,
This great crime of Spain brought the most disgrace:
“There are no reconcentrados now.”
Who would think a so called Christian nation,
Would kill the innocent by starvation,
When before did the non-combatant’s cry,
Receive the answer—you must starve and die?
“There are no reconcentrados now.”
Listen, Christendom, hear these people pray,
Poor fellow creatures, turn them not away,
Haste to bring them food, take a manly part,
If they perish ’twill grieve the Christian heart,
“There are no reconcentrados now.”
THE PRAYER.
“Where is the God that tribes with manna fed?
Where is the Christ that gave the thousands bread?
Where are the men with noble heart and mind?
Where, O where! is the love of human kind?
“Where is liberty, is there ground for hope?
Where is charity, where’s the blessed Pope?
Where is Germany, freedom loving land?
Where’s the Emperor with his helping hand?
“Where is Russia, nation great and strong,
With mighty power to rectify wrong?
Where is France, rich and beautiful France,
Will she not give us one sweet loving glance?
“Where is Great Britain, land of wealth and fame,
Whose acts of kindness glorify her name?
Oft has she helped the starving sick and sore,
Pray come, kind nation, and do so once more.
“Where is America, land of the free?
Most noble country, we appeal to thee;
We know you pity our sorrow and need,
And our sore distress must make your heart bleed.