onsdag 18. september 2013

We were ? ...


We were black, we were black !
We had no claim to love and bliss:
What marvel, if each turned to lack ?
They wrung my cold hands out of his, ---
They dragged him ... where ? ...
I crawled to touch his blood's mark in the dust!...
... not much,
Ye pilgrim-souls... though plain as this !


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