Question [1] Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of oblivion, I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi-millionaire Worth more pennies of eternity, Than the black torso of A Negro cotton-picker. Related posts: Freedoms Plow Cross Trumpet Player The Weary Blues suprusr Published in Poems
