The white man looked him in the face my black brother did not stir The white man shouted,roared,beat and kicked him my black brother did not tremble In his eyes there kindled flames of rage,dried tears,of force My black brother did not stir,did not answer,did not tremble In his steady eyes there kindled the flame of a force which only the black man knows
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