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We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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…
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red