The white man is a tiger at my throat, Drinking my blood as my life ebbs away, And muttering that his terrible striped coat Is Freedom's and portends the Light of Day. Oh white man, you may suck up all my blood And throw my carcass into potter's field, But never will I say with you that mud Is bread for Negroes! Never will I yield. Europe and Asia wait The touted New Deal of the New World's hand! New systems will be built on race and hate, The Eagle and the Dollar will command. Oh Lord! My body, and my heart too, break -- The tiger in his strength his thirst must slake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY SESTET SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |