"Black Man's Burden"

Pile on the Black Man’s Burden,
'Tis nearest at your door;
Why heed long bleeding Cuba, or dark Hawaii's shore?
Hail ye your fearless armies,
Which menace feeble folks,
Who fight with clubs and arrows,
and brook your rifle's smoke.

Pile on the Black Man’s Burden,
His wail with laughter drown,
You’ve sealed the Red Man's problem,
And will take up the Brown,
With bullets, blood or death,
Better by far defend it,
With honor's holy breath.