It Is No Use Painting The Foot

When I Turn On My Radio, When I Hear That Negroes Have Been Lynched In America, I Say That We Have Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead; When I Turn On My Radio, When I Hear That Jews Have Been Insulted, Mistreated, Persecuted, I Say That We Have Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead; When, Finally, I Turn On My Radio And Hear That In Africa Forced Labor Has Been Inaugurated And Legalized, I Say That We Have Certainly Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead.

Africa, Help Me To Go Home, Carry Me Like An Aged Child In Your Arms. Undress Me And Wash Me. Strip Me Of All Of These Garments, Strip Me As A Man Strips Off Dreams When The Dawn Comes. . . .

Communism Has Served Us Ill In Having Us Swap A Living Brotherhood For What Looks To Have The Features Of The Coldest Of All Chill Abstractions.

A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing Bear. Life Is Not A Spectacle.

There's Room For Everyone At The Rendezvous Of Victory.