_Trust ye the Nations of the Earth
From sea to farthest sea--
But trust ye not, Oh trust ye not
The wily Japanee._
Truth? A jest o’ the High and Low--
A juggler’s tossing toy--
A two-faced guile and a child-like smile--
(Oh Innocence _sans_ alloy!)
Honor? An empty mockery
Beneath the Sunrise Sky;
A hollow, vain, fanatic strain
That lifts with the loud “Banzai!”
Virtue? Not even a figurehead,
So scarce indeed thou art.
Rank to the core a shameless sore
In a yet more shameless heart.
Faith? A faithless phantom
That knows no law or creed.
To flare and wane for the moment’s gain,
And serve the moment’s need.
_Trust ye the Nations of the Earth_
_From sea to farthest sea--_
_But trust ye not, Oh trust ye not_
_The wily Japanee._