The Tragedy of White Injustice (Marcus Mosiah Garvey Poems)
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
Dedicated to Rev. William S. Bradden as a tribute to one who has served his God, his Country and his ...
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,In these three years, since I to thee inscribed,Mine own betrothed, the firstlings ...
Thy soil, Virginia! is all hallowed ground, Made such by steps of patriots; thy high fame,Alway unto our ears, a glorious ...
It is true, that even in the best-run stateSuch things will happen; it is true,What's done is done. The law, ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
Hail, glorious morning of Columbia's birth, Celestial dawn of freedom! There shall be In recognition of thy wondrous worth ...
We've raised a flagpole on the farm And flung Old Glory to the sky,And it's another touch of charm ...
IT'S a high-falutin' title they have handed us;It's very complimentary and grand;But a year or so ago they called us ...
Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,the vales where children play,Beside the bench and whirring ...
STRAIGHT thinking,Straight talking,Straight doing,And a firm belief in the might of right.Patience linked with patriotism,Justice added to kindliness,Uncompromising devotion to ...
They sucked us in;King and country,Christ AlmightyAnd the rest.Patriotism,Democracy,Honor—Words and phrases,They either bitched or killed us.(Ernest Hemingway)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
While the far farewell music thins and fails, And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine - All smalling slowly ...
I saw his head coming through the crowd, the throng of many colors. A brightly colored, garish, basketball as a ...
1 IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful Life, But here I twine the strands ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
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