Buford F. Gordon; ?? Century Magazine, May 1918
O time, where does thy River Justice Rise!
Is Righteousness a meandering desert stream
That rejuvenates within the verdant lands
But loses itself within the scorching sands?
And must we perish ere that it shall rise?
O Fount, where is thy ceaseless stream to-day?
William Poag; Pittsburgh Courier, December 20, 1924
Who casts a slur on Negro worth, a stain on Negro fame,
Who dreads to won hi Negro blood, or live, or die the same,
Who scorns the warmth of Negro hearts, the clasp of Negro hands?
Let us but raise the veil tonight and shame him as he stands.
Ida German Carter; Baltimore Afro-American Ledger, August 9, 1902
O God we ask of Thee,
Give us full liberty,
O hear our plea!
Lead this our race aright,
Through the dark shades of night,
Into the perfect light,
Ordained by Thee.
James Conway Jackson; Washington Bee, April 15, 1911
Oh, they tell of grim, old giants who fought in the days of old;
Of the knights who wore the gauntlets, of the many warriors bold;
And they rave about the brave men who looked danger in the face,
But we seldom hear a good word for the champions of our race.
O, country, 'tis of thee,
Land of the Lynching Bee,
Of thee I sing.
How long will this base wrong
Pollute thy freedom's song?
Perpetrated by a throng
Of heartless fiends.
Leila Amos Pendleton; Crisis, 1916
Hang there, O my murdered brothers, sons of Ethiopia, our common Mother! Hang there, with faces upturned, mutely calling down vengeance from the Most High God!
Fenton Johnson; Crisis, December 1913
I.
We are children of the sun,
Rising sun!
Weaving a Southern destiny,
Waiting for the mighty hour
When our Shiloh shall appear
With the flaming sword of right,
With the steel of brotherhood,
And emboss in crimson die
Liberty! Fraternity!
Ref. L. C. Moore; Washington Bee, September 25, 1909
Omnipotent God who crowned our day,
With grateful hearts to Thee we pray;
Under cloud and sunshine led by Thee
Peace and Justice we long to see.
The Deacon [E.C. Jennings]; California Eagle, October 11, 1929
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Why spend any money
Sending missionaries abroad
To teach the happy heathen
How to serve our Lord.
With a Bible in one hand
And a sword in the other
We rob him of his birth-right
And then call him brother.
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!
