#Americans #Blacks
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!