And What Shall You Say?
Brother, come!
And let us go unto our God.
And when we stand before Him
I shall say—
“Lord, I do not hate,
I am hated.
I scourge no one,
I am scourged.
I covet no lands,
My lands are coveted.
I mock no peoples,
My people are mocked.”
And, brother, what shall you say?
Credit
From The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922), edited by James Weldon Johnson. This poem is in the public domain.
Author
Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr.
Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. was born on September 2, 1895, in Louisville, Kentucky.
Date Published
01/01/1922