AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by James David Corrothers.

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! One must love when Truth and Justice lag,
To be a Negro on a day like this

To be a Negro on a day like this
Alas! Lord God, what evil have we done?
Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst,
But I pass by, the glorious goal unwon,
“Merely a Negro”-on a day like this!!!!!!

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