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In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
