Buford F. Gordon; ?? Century Magazine, May 1918

O time, where does thy River Justice Rise!
Is Righteousness a meandering desert stream
That rejuvenates within the verdant lands
But loses itself within the scorching sands?
And must we perish ere that it shall rise?
O Fount, where is thy ceaseless stream to-day?

Now long shall Ire and Fury lend themselves
Within the cursed sunny lands? How long
Will law withhold her hands while men defy
Her righteous cause. We heed the Belgian’s cry
While hist’ry paints our pages black as night,
O Civilization, where is thy claim?

Democracy, we have your noble cause;
Our sons have fought and bled and died for you;
We’ve never faltered nor betrayed your trust;
We’ve never let your Banner trail the dust;
And as we rally to your cause once more
As loyal sons we ask that justice reign.

We bring no pleading hands and humble hearts;
We ask no special favor. No, not one!
But in the name of God and Humanity
With lifted heads and proud hearts, to thee
We come to ask what we have dearly won,
“A right to live; to die a citizen!”