Winners or losers,
Did not care.
In the dark
They could not see
Who had gained
The victory.
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To someday meet youFace to faceWalking downThe road to hell…As I come upFeeling swell.
Oh, silver tree!
In a Harlem cabaretSix long-headed jazzers play.A dancing girl whose eyes are boldLifts high a dress of silken gold.Oh, singing tree!Oh, shining rivers of the soul!Were Eve’s eyesIn the first gardenJust a bit too bold?Was Cleopatra gorgeousIn a gown of gold?Oh, shining tree!Oh, silver rivers of the soul!In a whirling cabaretSix long-headed jazzers play.
The Negro
Has dark moons of wearinessBeneath his eyeswhere the smoldering memoryof slave shipsBlazed to the crack of whipsabout thighsThe negrowith the trumpet at his lipshas a head of vibrant hairtamed down,patent-leathered nowuntil it gleamslike jet-were jet a crownthe musicfrom the trumpet at his lipsis honeymixed with liquid firethe rhythmfrom the trumpet at his lipsis ecstasydistilled from…
By what sends
I ain’t sent:I know I can’tbe President.What don’t bugthem white kidssure bugs me:We know everybodyain’t free.Lies written downfor white folksain’t for us a-tall:Liberty And Justice–Huh!–For All?
Harlem
in a long box-Too deadTo know why:The lickerWas lye.
I dream a world where man
Where love will bless the earthAnd peace its paths adornI dream a world where allWill know sweet freedom’s way,Where greed no longer saps the soulNor avarice blights our day.A world I dream where black or white,Whatever race you be,Will share the bounties of the earthAnd every man is free,Where wretchedness will hang its headAnd joy,…