Claude McKay's Early Poetry (1911-1922): A Digital Collection

To a Comrade

[McKay's footnote]

LITTLE comrade, never min'
Though another is unkin';
"Of de pain o' dis ya wul'
We must suck we bellyful."  

Little comrade, moan not so,
Oh, you fill my heart with woe!
Sad I listen to your cries,
Can't you ope your burnin' eyes? 

Little comrade, though 'tis hot,
Say you will revenge him not
Talk not thus, you mek me grieve,
Promise me you will forgive. 

Little comrade, never min'
Though a brother is unkin';
Treat him kindest as you can,
Show yourself the better man

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