Classic Poem

At Kisheneff two wicked men,
In secret killed a child.
The blame they put on Hebrews then,
And sentiment went wild!

The Jews they murdered forty were,
Before they found the truth;
His uncle and the gardener
Had killed the little youth.

Such gross mistreatment of the Jews,
Their death by Russian mobs;
When such the Christian world reviews,
Its heart of pity throbs.

America a message sent
Of protest 'gainst the same.
But Russia said, " Till thou repent,
Don't speak to me of shame!

" If blind are leaders of the blind,
Both in the ditch will fall;
Till thou hast cleansed thy guilty mind,
Upon me do not call.

" When people live in homes of glass,
They dare not cast a stone.
The sins of others ever pass,
Till mended are thine own.

" The blood of Negroes cries aloud,
For vengeance in thy land,
And lynchers, too, thy borders crowd,
To kill on ev'ry hand.

" Begin at home, thy beam take out
And make thy vision clear;
Then other wicked lands, no doubt,
Thy messages will hear.

" No such a land can say to me,
Repent, and mend thy ways!
Thy lofty rank, thy dignity
Is lost in thy dispraise.

" 'Tis he alone that's free from sin,
The stone of censure throws,
Let charity at home begin
Before abroad it goes.

" O, land of lynchers, scorn to raise
Thy voice in foreign wrongs,
Till thou shalt change thy bloody ways,
Reproof to thee belongs.

" The wrongs of Negroes in thy land
By far outweigh the Jews,
Till these are cured, please understand
I thy advice refuse. "

America! thy Christian name
The pagans laugh to scorn!
Thy bloody deeds of open shame
Foretell destruction's morn.

Thy nation's lofty rank is lost,
Thy sins decreed it so,
O, land of lynchers, count the cost,
And counteract thy woe!

In thunder's tone, " Thou shalt not kill, "
From Sinai we hear.
Forevermore that echo will
Resound upon the ear.

Such bloody lands at once take heed,
The writing's on the wall,
So plain that he who runs may read,
" Thy tyranny must fall. "