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

Walter Waring, "Empire" (1928)

Come out, young men,
To guard our gold,
To guard our gold, 
And watch our land........

They wait to hear
No second call--
These gay young men,
These brave young men........

And flinging taunts 
At crafty Death,
They play with him
As in a game.

And if they lose, 
As lose they must,
In some queer land,
On queerer field,
We'll write their names
In virgin gold
Though rare it be,
And dear it be--
And we will give 
Our greentest land
To hold their dust........

Come out, young men,
To guard our gold!

Published in Black Opals, June 1928

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