Mr. Fall, who reads The Call,
    Knows it all.
He can tell you in a minute
    Why we're in it.
Moneyed men who make big guns
    Bribed the Huns;
And when Belgium was invaded,
    It was they did
Stir up Belgians to resist,
    Just to twist
The Lion's tail—till "War!"
    He must roar.
Then the millionaires of
​     Saw their chance
To make millions making shells!
    —Fall excells
In explaining all away
    From this fray
Save the money coalitions
    Of munitions-
Makers make—ghouls, full fed on
    Armageddon!
So, of course, he now declares,
    Our affairs
Have been run for us by schemers
    Who sent steamers
Out, and U-boats out as well
    raise Hell!
Wall Street knew if we came in
    'Twould begin
To grow richer that much faster
    From disaster.
​ It's so simple.—Can't you see
    It must be
Just as Mr. Fall asserts!
    Yellow dirt's
(Both as cause, and as effect)
    Why we're wrecked.
How about it? Do you doubt it?
    Can you doubt it—
When Fall, who reads The Call,
    Knows it all?

Lee Wilson Dodd.