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 ...
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an ...
There were three at one table: the pot-bellied judge- the hero on half-pay - the journalist drudge;and scattered about, from ...
HE asked me of my friend - 'a clever man;Such various talent, business, journalism;A pen that might some day have ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
What's man but a heathenish bandit?Earth's charity proves but a lie -Tis given with looks that remand it;Philanthropy's all in ...
For the Mark Twain Dinner, December 5, 1905 Some three-score years and ten ago A prince was born at Florida, Mo.; And though ...
In sorrow youth passes, in sorrows and pains,Angrily boils the blood in the veins;Lowering brows - the mind cannot see,Is ...
Come all you friends and critics, And listen to my song,A word I will say to you, It will not take me ...
All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a fewpronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, ...
I used to broadcast at nightalone in a radio stationbut I was never good at itpartly because my voice wasn't ...
Two friends were sitting at a table drinking tea.A sudden hubbub arose in the street. They heard pitiable groans, furiousabuse, ...
'All virtues enter into this world:')A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned.The Secretary of State for War,winking it over, ...
Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen ...
HE asked me of my friend - "a clever man;Such various talent, business, journalism;A pen that might some day have ...
Great, learned, witty Ben, be pleased to light The world with that three-forked fire; nor fright All us, thy ...
Today I'm cruel, frenetic, demanding;I can not even tolerate the most bizarre books.Incredible! I've already smoked three packets of cigarettes ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
O'Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
'Lads, you're wanted, go and help,'On the railway carriage wallStuck the poster, and I thoughtOf the hands that penned the ...
I used to broadcast at nightalone in a radio stationbut I was never good at itpartly because my voice wasn't ...
Down here in Cactus Center we ain't much on splittin' hairs;In the fancy shades of language we are puttin' on ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
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