Theodore Roosevelt likes Might is Right
President Roosevelt's Favorite Poem; "Might is Right" by Ragnar Redbeard.
Theodore Roosevelt likes Might is Right
The one and ONLY question on peoples minds for years, "Which Poem was President Theodore Roosevelt's Favorite?" The answer to that would be: Might is Right by Ragnar Redbeard
President Roosevelt's favourite poem; "Might is Right" by Ragnar Redbeard.
Might was Right when Caesar bled upon the stones of Rome,
Might was Right when Joshua led his hordes o'er Jordan's foam,
And Might was Right, when German troops poured down through Paris gay—
It's the Gospel of the Ancient World and the Logic of Today.
Behind all kings and presidents—all government and law,
Are army corns and cannoneers—to hold the world in awe.
And sword-strong races own the earth and ride the Conqueror's Car—
And LIBERTY has ne'er been won, except by deeds of war.
What are the lords of hoarded gold—the silent Semite rings?
What are the plunder-patriots,—high-pontiffs, priests and kings
What are they but bold master-minds, best fitted for the fray,
Who comprehend and vanquish by—the Logic of Today.
Cain's knotted club is scepter s ill—the "Rights of Man" is fraud.
Christ's ethics are for creeping things, true manhood smiles at "God
ForMight is Rightwhen empires sink in storms of steel and flame,
And it is RIGHT when weakling breeds are hunted down like game.
Then, what's the use of dreaming dreams—that "each shall get his own"
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls, who blindly sweat and moan?
No! a curse is on their cankered brains—their very bones decay;
Go! trace your fate in the Iron Game, is the Logic of Today.
The Strong must ever rule the Weak, is grim primordial law —
On earth's broad racial threshing floor, the Meek are beaten straw—
Then ride to Power o'er foeman's necks—let NOTHING bar your way—
If you are FIT you'll rule and reign, is the Logic of Today.
You must prove your Right by deeds of Might—of splendour and renown;
If need be, march through flames of hell to dash opponents down—
If need be, die on scaffold high —in the morning's misty gray;
For "Liberty or Death" is still the Logic of Today.
Might was Right when Gideon led the "chosen" tribes of old,
And it was Right when Titus burnt their temple roofed with gold.
And Might was Right from Bunker Hill to far Manila Bay —
By land and flood it's wrote in blood the Gospel of Today.
"Put not your trust in princes," is a saying old and true,
"Put not your hope in governments," translateth it anew.
All "Books of Law" and "Golden Rules" are fashioned to betray,
"The Survival of the Strongest" is the Gospel of Today.
Might was Right when Carthage flames lit up the Punic foam—
And when the naked steel of Gaul weighed down the spoil of Rome;
And Might was Right when Richmond fell—and at Thermopalye —
It's the Logic of the Ancient World—and the Gospel of Today.
Might was Right when Carthage flames lit up the Punic foam—
And when the naked steel of Gaul weighed down the spoil of Rome;
And Might was Right when Richmond fell—and at Thermopalye —
It's the Logic of the Ancient World—and the Gospel of Today.
Where pendant suns in millions swing, around this whirling earth,
It's Might, it's Force, that holds the brakes and steres through life and death;
Force governs all organic life, inspires all Right and Wrong.
It's Nature's plan to weed out man and TEST who are the Strong.
In the Mountain Home Maverick, April 11, 1907
