| | There are two schools: (one for you and one for me) making imperial identities.
There are two cheeks: (one for you and one for me) Fatten it up with delicacies:
One is served with Latin, French and Greek, Science, Music, Arithmetic Fill it up with Distinguished Looks and Scholar Books, Feed it full of Expertise.
The other, is not overlooked, Its previous speech is all but shook Away from any mouth that utters them.
Fed with insecurities, Forced to swallow all that is tossed to them.
Follow orders, Be taught a trade, Easy to rule, Easier swayed -
This is all a part of assimilation. It must take place in every nation!
Taught to obey, the other taught to lead To be in command, the other taught to heed
Be strong, young boys! Not you, be meek. Be loud, make noise! Hush you, don't speak.
There are two boys: (One is me and one is you) One will grow to be a patriot, And tell the other what to do.
They may be of similar age, of similar height, but on this stage of life they play two parts, so far apart, but with one heart they will love their Nation.
This is one poem: It is for me and it is for you.
It is one gift, a kind of story. I give it now to you.
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