I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.

But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.