Anne Spencer; Crisis, March 1922 (CHECK)

Most things are colorful things–the sky, earth, and sea.
Black men are most men; but the white are free!

White things are rare things; so rare, so rare
They stole from out a silvered world–somewhere.
Finding earth-plains fair plans, save greenly grassed,
They strewed white feathers of cowardice, as they passed;
The golden stars with lances fine,
The hills all red and darkened pine,
They blanched with their wand of power;
And turned the blood in a ruby rose
to a poor white poppy-flower.

They pyred a race of black, black men,
And burned them to ashes white; then
Laughing, a young one claimed a skull,
For the skull of a black is white, not dull,
But a glistening awful thing;
Made it seems, for this ghoul to swing
In the face of God with all his might,
And swear by the hell that sired him:
“Man-maker, make white!”