There is a great lion at large in the Middle East;
The lion is the American president.
The Europeans have heard his roar
And it frightens them; his power and presence
They do not understand--his dedication to World peace and his fight to secure and preserve it
Are lost on them; they have forgotten
That peace is won and held, not given freely.
They are a nervous people
Who will not fight to preserve anything.
Nothing to them is worth fighting for.
A sad state of affairs!
The savages and the sadists have felt the strength
Of lion claws and his terrible bite.
Those who once owned the night now own nothing
And are strangers and enemies in their own villages!
The people have taken strength from the lion among them
And they are no longer afraid.
Only the savages are afraid--of the people!
But the lion's time grows late and everyone waits.
What will America do?
Will it send another lion?
Or will the nation become the laughing stock of fools
When the great, earth shattering roar
And the din of battle
Are no longer heard.
And the new sound is that of a greenhorn rabbit
Run down by the seasoned jackals of Germany and Russia
And the howls of the beasts and savages
Now loose in our streets!
HJS
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