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