African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Leathe Colvert, "Drones" (1924)


Streams of them pour out incessantly
From dismal hovels;
Blank expressioned, mutely pleading
For strength to bear their weazened frames
Forth to their prisons and back to their huts :
But they are drones, only drones—
So it matters not.

Published in The Messenger, May 1924

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