Caroling Dusk/God Give to Men
GOD GIVE TO MEN
God give the yellow manAn easy breeze at blossom time.Grant his eager, slanting eyes to coverEvery land and dreamOf afterwhile.
Give blue-eyed men their swivel chairsTo whirl in tall buildings.Allow them many ships at sea,And on land, soldiersAnd policemen.
For black man, God,No need to bother moreBut only fill afresh his meedOf laughter,His cup of tears.
God suffer little menThe taste of soul’s desire.