Conquering Race

I heard a cry from underneath,

It was the death pang of a slave;

A white man's sword was from its sheath,

And he to all the world was brave.



He slew the blackman for his wealth,

Although the victim had no arms;

At home his friends all drink his health

For deeds of courage he performs.



This is the boasted pride of men

Who roam the world for selfish gain:

The earth shall be the Devil's den,

So long as evil spirits reign.



The Cinemas delight the crowd

In deeds of hellish human crime;

Of this the nations now are proud,

As bandits rove from clime to clime.