Spirit of Democracy Speaks

O puny men who wrangle, clink the coins

While greed and hate's death-javelins are hurled,

Would that you knew the strength within my loins--

My virile power to beget a world

That feels love's passion; where the dark abyss

Of race and creed is bridged; hope's flag unfurled.

I can erect a new Acropolis

Whose soul is peace. Then nail-pierced hands will hold

Your own that feel no more the saber's kiss.

Your sons will grow to men, live to be old;

Will sow and reap where now is Calvary--

Not be cut down in youth, their birthright sold.

All nations, join in one sovereignity,

And wave the Banner of Democracy!