Thomas H. Brooks, "The U.N.I.A." (1921)
Which millions are entwined
With well wrought plans or business schemes,
And brotherhood combined.
It means that all should fall in line,
With the advancing guide:
Responding to the sign of time,
The new emblem of pride.
There are great adventures lie in wait,
Make this a gorgeous year:
Get out of that hesitating gate,
The break of morn is near.
Our far off kin, of whom we’ve dreamed,
Beyond the tossing wave:
Await our coming to redeem
The land, which God has gave.
About-face to that sunny shore!
Where tyrants ruling bind:
And hold enthralled, a stupid host
Of untrained human mind.
In one procession let us charge!
Forth with the lofty theme:
‘Till nations all salute the bark
That bear, red, black and green.
Published in The Negro World, March 5, 1921