From the Evening Star, July 31, 1915. By Philander Johnson.
Inventive genius undertook
To make our labors lighter.
The oldtime way mankind forsook
For methods much politer.
With speech and print we made in vain
Our protests and predictions,
So now a cannon’s mouth we train
To utter our convictions.
Unto the future of the race
We turned with deep reflection,
And bade eugenics take the place
Of natural selection.
Such problems are dismissed offhand
With confident elation.
You simply press a button and
Exterminate a nation.
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