Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields My brother's sons are gathering stalk and root, Small wonder then my children glean in fields They have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.
A Black Man Talks of Reaping (1963), st. 3
Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields My brother's sons are gathering stalk and root, Small wonder then my children glean in fields They have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.
A Black Man Talks of Reaping (1963), st. 3
