To be a Negro on a day like this Demands forgiveness.
Bruised with blow on blow,
Betrayed, like him whose woe dimmed eyes gave bliss,
Still must one succor those who brought one low,
To be a Negro on a day like this
To be a Negro on a day like this
Demands rare patience-patience that can wait
In utter darkness. ‘Tis the path to miss,
And knock, unheeded, at iron gate,
To be a Negro on a day like this
To be a Negro on a day like this
Demands strange loyalty, we served a flag
Which is to us white freedom’s emphasis.
Ah!
