- Pile on the brown man's burden
- To gratify your greed;
- Go, clear away the "niggers"
- Who progress would impede;
- Be very stern, for truly
- 'Tis useless to be mild
- With new-caught, sullen peoples,
- Half devil and half child.
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- Pile on the brown man's burden;
- And, if ye rouse his hate,
- Meet his old-fashioned reasons
- With Maxims up to date.
- With shells and dumdum bullets
- A hundred times made plain
- The brown man's loss must ever
- Imply the white man's gain.
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- Pile on the brown man's burden,
- compel him to be free;
- Let all your manifestoes
- Reek with philanthropy.
- And if with heathen folly
- He dares your will dispute,
- Then, in the name of freedom,
- Don't hesitate to shoot.
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- Pile on the brown man's burden,
- And if his cry be sore,
- That surely need not irk you--
- Ye've driven slaves before.
- Seize on his ports and pastures,
- The fields his people tread;
- Go make from them your living,
- And mark them with his dead.
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- Pile on the brown man's burden,
- And through the world proclaim
- That ye are Freedom's agent--
- There's no more paying game!
- And, should your own past history
- Straight in your teeth be thrown,
- Retort that independence
- Is good for whites alone.
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