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 ...
SCENE I. A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague ...
IOut of the reaches of illimitable nightThe blazing planet grew, and forc'd to lifeUnending cycles of progressive strifeAnd strange mutations ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
Now Mr. Jeremiah BaneHe owned a warehouse in The Lane,An edifice of goodly size,Where, with keen private enterprise, He sold ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
Our Jack Canuck is active, He plays a pretty goal, But make swift runs to cover ...
Oh, we might have a marvellous city Were we only less keen on cashLess avid for things -- more's the ...
The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles, But today if I could hear it I ...
Give us a call! We keep good beer,Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;Our doors are open to boys and men,And ...
Poetry? It's a hobby.I run model trains.Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It's not work. You don't sweat.Nobody pays for it.You ...
Why so I will, you noisy bird, This very day I'll advertise you, Perhaps some busy ones may ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us The enchantless Pod When we advertise existence For the missing Seed -- Maddest ...
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- Too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money-these, as I rendezvous ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
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