Society and the World

When you’re wounded and left on

Take up the White Man’s burden—

Take up the White Man’s burden—

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;

And that is called paying the Dane-geld;

A fool there was and he made his prayer

If blood be the price of admiralty,

How far is St. Helena from the field of Austerlitz?

For frantic boast and foolish word—

Such boasting as the Gentiles use,

Such boasting as the Gentiles use,

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

The tumult and the shouting dies—

For the Colonel’s Lady an’ Judy O’Grady

Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made

I could not dig: I dared not rob:

If any question why we died,

If any question why we died,

He’s an absent-minded beggar and his weaknesses are great.

Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa—

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard.