Teach Us All To Do Right, Lord,

We Younger Negro Artists Who Create Now Intend To Express Our Individual Dark-skinned Selves Without Fear Or Shame. If White People Are Pleased, We Are Glad. If They Are Not, It Doesn't Matter. We Know We Are Beautiful. And Ugly Too. The Tom-tom Cries And The Tom-tom Laughs. If Colored People Are Pleased, We Are Glad. If They Are Not, It Doesn't Matter Either. We Build Our Temples For Tomorrow, Strong As We Know How, And We Stand On Top Of The Mountain, Free Within Ourselves.

To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.

I Went Down To The River, I Set Down On The Bank. I Tried To Think But Couldn't, So I Jumped In And Sank.

Life Dosent Frighten Me At All.

Teach Us All To Do Right, Lord, Please, And To Get Along Together With That Atom Bomb On This Earth Because I Do Not Want It To Fall On Me-nor Thee-nor Anybody Living. Amen!