Classic Poem

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.