Might was Right when Cоsar bled
Upon the stones of Rome,
Might was Right when Joshua led
His hordes o'er Jordan's foam,
And Might was Right when German troops
Poured down through Paris gay;
It's the Gospel of the Ancient World
And the Logic of To-Day.
Behind all Kings and Presidents —
All Government and Law,
Are army-corps and cannoneers —
To hold the world in awe.
And sword-strong races own the earth
And ride the Conqueror's Car —
And LIBERTY has ne'er been won,
Except by deeds of war.
What are the lords of hoarded gold —
The silent SEMITE rings?
What are the plunder-patriots —
High-pontiffs, priests and kings
What are they but bold master-minds,
Best fitted for the fray
Who comprehend and vanquish by —
The Logic of To-Day.
Cain's knotted club is scepter still —
The «Rights of Man» is fraud;
Christ's Ethics are for creeping things —
True manhood smiles at «God.»
For Might is Right when empires sick
In storms of steel and flame;
And it is RIGHT when weakling breeds —
Are hunted down like game.
Then what's the use of dreaming dreams —
That «each shall get his own»
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls,
Who blindly sweat and moan?
No! A curse is on their cankered brains —
Their very bones decay;
Go! Trace your fate in the Iron Game,
Is the Logic of To-Day.
The Strong must ever rule the Weak,
Is grim Primordial Law —
On earth's broad racial threshing floor,
The Meek are beaten straw —
Then ride to Power o'er foemen's neck
Let NOTHING bar your way;
If you are FIT you'll rule and reign,
Is the Logic of To-Day.
You must prove your Rights by deeds of Might —
Of splendour and renown.
If need-be march through flames of hell,
To dash opponents down.
If need-be die on scaffold high —
In the mornings misty gray
For «LIBERTY OR DEATH» is still
The Logic of To-Day.
Might was Right when Gideon led,
The «chosen» tribes of old,
And it was right when Titus burnt,
Their Temple roofed with gold;
And Might was Right from Bunkers Hill,
To far Manila Bay,
By land and flood it's wrote in blood —
The Gospel of To-Day.
«Put not your trust in princes»
Is a saying old and true,
«Put not your hope in Governments»
Translateth it anew.
All 'Books of Law' and 'Golden Rules'
Are fashioned to betray
'The Survival of the Strongest'
Is the Gospel of To-Day.
Might was Right when Carthage flames
Lit up the Punic foam —
And — when the naked steel of Gaul
Weighed down the spoil of Rome;
And Might was Right when Richmond fell —
And at Thermopalye —
It's the Logic of the Ancient World —
And the Gospel of To-Day.
Where pendant suns in millions swing,
Around this whirling earth,
It's Might, it's Force that holds the brakes,
And steers through life and death;
Force governs all organic life,
Inspires Right and Wrong.
It's Natures plan to weed-out man,
And TEST who are the Strong.