They could have stayed the iron hand of might

And fought for right down to the earth's last man,

But louder voices brayed into the night,

So jackals ended what the League began.

Now suave-voiced diplomats done on and on;

Geneva's air is rife with fear and hate,

While at the council-table fights alone

The fallen ruler of a member State.

Pile lies upon wrongs, bring the curtains down

Upon the closing scene of this last act;

The King of Kings now yields his ancient crown

To those who signed the Non-Aggression Pact,

As weaker nations vanish, one by one . . .

Blow, bugles! Armageddon has begun!

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