The white man is a tiger at my throat, Drinking my blood as my life ebbs away, And muttering that his terrible striped coat Is Freedom's and portends the Light of Day. Oh white man, you may suck up all my blood And throw my carcass into potter's field, But never will I say with you that mud Is bread for Negroes! Never will I yield. Europe and Asia wait The touted New Deal of the New World's hand! New systems will be built on race and hate, The Eagle and the Dollar will command. Oh Lord! My body, and my heart too, break -- The tiger in his strength his thirst must slake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WITH A COPY OF CALVERLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PRAYER by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 10. A CATALOGUE OF CERTAINE OF HIS BOOKES by RICHARD BARNFIELD LOVE'S WAYFARING by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 37 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |