At the white man’s feet;
His brother’s wrongs oppressed him
And a poem he addressed him,
Warm and neat.
He suffered indignation,
He swore by all creation
’Twas a crime,
To deny him social right—
Wasn’t black as good as white
Every time?
At the white man’s feet;
His brother’s wrongs oppressed him
And a poem he addressed him,
Warm and neat.
He suffered indignation,
He swore by all creation
’Twas a crime,
To deny him social right—
Wasn’t black as good as white
Every time?