Road's In Front O' Me,

That Justice Is A Blind Goddess Is A Thing To Which We Black Are Wise: Her Bandage Hides Two Festering Sores That Once Perhaps Were Eyes.

It Has Seemed To Me That Most People Are Generally Good, In Every Race And In Every Country Where I Have Been.

These Feet Have Walked Ten Thousand Miles Working For White Folks And Another Ten Thousand Keeping Up With Colored.

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.