An’ we’ll go up to de Gates o’ Gawd to settle de colah line.”
Two men they stood them back to back, and the white man called to the chief:
“He’s answered the call of the color line, and his answer will bring you grief.
We don’t declare as brothers-in-blood, or the burden of friendship drag,
But we do unite on a color line, and our color’s our country’s flag.”
Two men lay dead in the jungle path, and their faces stared at the sky;
And out in the bush on each man’s front the Moros were piled waist high.
And when the warriors they went in to mutilate the dead.
They found them lying back to back, but white and black were red!
“How strange it is,” the chief he cried, “these men should together go;