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To the white fiends

Language: English

Think you I am not fiend and savage too?
Think you I could not arm me with a gun
And shoot down ten of you for every one
Of my black brothers murdered, burnt by you?
Be not deceived, for every deed you do
I could match -- out-match: am I not Africa's son,
Black of that black land where black deeds are done?
 
But the Almighty from the darkness drew
My soul and said: Even thou shaft be a light
Awhile to burn on the benighted earth,
Thy dusky face I set among the white
For thee to prove thyself of highest worth;
Before the world is swallowed up in night,
To show thy little lamp: go forth, go forth!


Submitted by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website: 2010-10-26.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:04
Line count: 14
Word count: 120

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