In ter of the Negroes
he doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blochy sound.
Amorperns caper
And t for midnight
For fun to blow doors down.
By the railroad
ith fluid far-off goind
Boundaries bind unbinding
A weles blowing.
No trains or steamboats going--
Yet Leontynes unpacking.
In ter of the Negroes
s in Lieder
More than German ever bore,
erday past grandpa--
Not of her own doing--
In a pot of collard greens
Is gently stewing.
Puss fold and unfold
In a supermarket sea.
And ter find out, mama,
Since o Mount Vernon.
In t begind the paper doors
on tove ws cooking?
s smelling, Leontyne?
Lieder, lovely Lieder
And a leaf of collard green.
Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.
You know, rig Cmas
they asked me if my blackness,
ould it rub off?
I said, Ask your mama.
Dreams and nightmares!
Nightmares, dreams, oh!
Dreaming t the Negroes
Of taken over--
Voted all ts
Rig of power--
Comes the COLORED hOUR:
Martin Luther King is Governor of Georgia,
Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,
A. Phy.
In we pillared mansions