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Harlem Riot, 1943

Not by hammering the furious word,
Nor bread stamped in the streets,
Nor milk emptied in gutter,
Shall we gain the gates of the city.
But I am a prophet without eyes to see;
I do not know how we shall gain the gates
of the city.August, 1943

Structure

7 lines · 2 stanzas