They did not love each other’s kind—in blood they differed so.
For one was black and one was white, and yet they chose to die
Because they served a single flag; in honor they shall lie.
“What gods they worshipped I know not—what gods I do not care—
They fought me well, and for their flag, and they shall have a prayer.
For be he white, or be he black, his flag be what it may—
All honor to him who dies for that—my men, kneel down and pray.”
Two mounds they stand in a jungle path; they buried them back to back;
And the wondering Moros tell the tale of the white man and the black.
Oh, the warlike Moros pass that way to kneel in silent prayer,