He loves you, Heathen! Though his foot
May kick you like a worthless weed
From that wild field where you have root,
And scatter to the winds your seed;
He's just the government you need;
If you object, why, he'll insist,
And, on your protest, "draw a bead"—
The Ethical Expansionist!
He'll take you to him coûte que coûte!
He'll win you, though you fight and plead.
His guns shall urge his ardent suit,
Relentless fire his cause shall speed.
In time you'll learn to write and read
(That is, if you should then exist!),
You won't, if you his course impede—
The Ethical Expansionist!
ENVOI
Heathen, you must, you shall be freed!
It's really useless to resist;
To save your life, you'd better heed
The Ethical Expansionist!
Hilda Johnson.
Misguided they no doubt were, and the warfare they waged was of the cruelest kind; but to employ against them the troops of a Republic, to shoot them down as "rebels," occasioned in the United States a great outburst of indignation.
"REBELS"
Shoot down the rebels—men who dare
To claim their native land!
Why should the white invader spare
A dusky heathen band?
You bought them from the Spanish King,
You bought the men he stole;
You bought perchance a ghastlier thing—
The Duke of Alva's soul!