I ride a-tilt because Life charges through my veins— Mixed forces guide the reins And I must on. Astride the universe I go, nor pause nor rest, With sharp swords at my breast To lean upon. These fierce contending bloods Churn in the depths of me; Merged in a mighty sea They urge me on. O White Men, Black and Red Look through God's lens and see This fused intensity— The man to be, Your son! |