A BLACK MAN TALKS OF REAPING by Arna Bontemps.
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear That wind or fowl would take the grain away. I planted safe against this stark lean year.
I scattered seed enough to plant the land In rows from Canada to Mexico
But for my reaping only what the hand Can hold at once is all I can show.
Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields My brother's sons are gathering stalk and root,
Small wonder then my children glean in fields They have sown, and feed on bitter fruit...
Copyright 1963 by Arna Bontemps.