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THE WORD OF THE LORD FROM HAVANA
Thus spake the Lord:
Because ye have not heard,
Because ye have given no heed
To my people in their need,
Because ye have not heard,
Because ye have given no heed
To my people in their need,
Because the oppressed cried
From the dust where he died,
And ye turned your face away
From his cry in that day,
From the dust where he died,
And ye turned your face away
From his cry in that day,
Because ye have bought and sold
That which is above gold,
Because your brother is slain
While ye get you drunk with gain,
That which is above gold,
Because your brother is slain
While ye get you drunk with gain,
(Behold, these are my people, I have brought them to birth,
On whom the mighty have trod,
The kings of the earth,
Saith the Lord God!)
On whom the mighty have trod,
The kings of the earth,
Saith the Lord God!)
Because ye have fawned and bowed down
Lest the spoiler frown,
And the wrongs that the spoiled have borne
Ye have held in scorn,
Lest the spoiler frown,
And the wrongs that the spoiled have borne
Ye have held in scorn,
Therefore with rending and flame
I have marred and smitten you,
Therefore I have given you to shame,
That the nations shall spit on you.
I have marred and smitten you,
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That the nations shall spit on you.
Therefore my Angel of Death
Hath stretched out his hand on you,
Therefore I speak in my wrath,
Laying command on you;
Hath stretched out his hand on you,
Therefore I speak in my wrath,
Laying command on you;
(Once have I bared my sword
And the kings of the earth gave a cry;
Twice have I bared my sword,
That the kings of the earth should die;
Thrice shall I bare my sword,
And ye shall know my name, that it is I!)
And the kings of the earth gave a cry;
Twice have I bared my sword,
That the kings of the earth should die;
Thrice shall I bare my sword,
And ye shall know my name, that it is I!)
Ye who held peace less than right
When a king laid a pitiful tax on you,
Hold not your hand from the fight
When freedom cries under the axe on you!
When a king laid a pitiful tax on you,
Hold not your hand from the fight
When freedom cries under the axe on you!
(I who called France to you, call you to Cuba in turn!
Repay—lest I cast you adrift and you perish astern!)
Repay—lest I cast you adrift and you perish astern!)
Ye who made war that your ships
Should lay to at the beck of no nation,
Make war now on Murder, that slips
The leash of her hounds of damnation!
Should lay to at the beck of no nation,
Make war now on Murder, that slips
The leash of her hounds of damnation!
Ye who remembered the Alamo,
Remember the Maine!
Ye who unfettered the slave,
Break a free people's chain!
Remember the Maine!
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Break a free people's chain!
(Written after the destruction of the battleship “Maine,” 17 February, 1898)
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