Where are the brave men, where are the strong men? Pygmies rise And spawn the earth. Weak-kneed, weak-hearted, and afraid, Afraid to face the counsel of their timid hearts, Afraid to look men squarely, Down they gaze— With fatal fascination Down, down— Into the whirling maggot sands Of prejudice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR |