The White Man’s Endless Burden

By Earl P. Holt III

Take up the White Man’s burden
Enlist the lesser breeds;
Summoned from their dung-huts
To serve their OWN vast needs.

No more should altruism
Misguide us in this world;
One filled with savage peoples
Where rocks and lies are hurled.

The White Man split the atom
And landed on the Moon;
He wrote the Constitution
But may be gone quite soon.

A victim of great envy
From folks much like a beast;
Who look upon their fellows
As just another feast.

Take up the White Man’s burden
Concede that we have erred;
Acknowledge that impulses
Fatigue where once we cared.

Let not our blood and Treasure
On “fluttered folk and wild,”
Be squandered on such beings,
Half devil and half child.

Take up the White Man’s burden
Relieve him of his curse;
The scorn of all he helpeth
The plunder of his purse

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