Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place In the great life line of the Christian West; And in the Black Land disinherited, Robbed in the ancient country of its birth, My heart grows sick with hate, becomes as lead, For this my race that has no home on earth. Then from the dark depths of my soul I cry To the avenging angel to consume The white man's world of wonders utterly: Let it be swallowed up in earth's vast womb, Or upward roll as sacrificial smoke To liberate my people from its yoke! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES by ROBERT HERRICK SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN SONG OF THE FATHERLAND by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 23 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 4. EARLY LOVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |