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!
