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.