Money and art are far apart.
I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.
Life dosent frighten me at all.
We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
I will not take 'but' for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy's 'but' too long.