(Dedicated with affection and esteem to Burton K. Wheeler, U.S. Senator from Montana)
Plow under the cotton, Plow under the corn,
Plow under little pigs, All squealing forlorn,
And with them plow under, O far over sea,
The Boys of America, Born to be free!
Plow under! Plow under, With old martial thunder,
The Youth of the Nation In some foreign loam!
Plow under! Plow under! And tear them asunder
From Father and Mother, and Sweetheart and Home!
Plow under Propaganda's Tom-toms on our door,
Hysterical Ballyhoo's Wild dancing to War!
Plow under harangues--Of the War-Crier's plea,
Enslaving America, The Land of the Free!
Plow under! Plow under! With God's own great thunder,
The wars of all Nations, Their greed and their slime!
Plow under! Plow under! From Man tear asunder
The War-monger's passion, The Munitioner's crime!
But never plow under, Even o'er the blue sea,
Boys not born to be butchered, Boy's born to be free!
The war goes on with increasing bitterness. Those who do not hate with sufficient intensity are not 'ethical' and lack 'moral responsibility'. The only proper attitude in respectable circles is emotional. Soon it will be hysterical, as twenty-two years ago.
Already the Germans are "executing children". Soon they will be "raping women". It is such "events" that are used to stir emotions. This cruder propaganda is more effective after Vansittart's finer art has prepared the way. But Sir Robert's marvelous organization, which