African American Poetry (1870-1926): A Digital Anthology

Lewis Alexander, "Africa" (1924)

Thou art not dead, although the spoiler's hand
Lies heavy as death upon thee; though the wrath
Of its accursed might is in thy path
And has usurped thy children of their land;
Though yet the scourges of a monstrous hand
Roam on your ruined fields, your trampled lanes,
Your ravaged homes and desolated fanes;
Thou are not dead, but sleeping,-- Motherland.

A mighty country, valorous and free,
Thou shalt outlive this terror and this pain;
Shall call thy scattered children back to thee,
Strong with the memory of their brothers slain;
And rise from out thy charnel house to be
Thine own immortal, brilliant self again! 


Published in Opportunity, May 1924

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