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even the monsters we defy...

from my anthology of must read (a)merican poems

Claude McKay

If We Must Die


If we must die—let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die—oh, let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe;
Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

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A poem with longing, an ache for community, at its center. A poem of strength, of courage ... of a fierce and certain honor, and the willingness to live or die by the heart.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Am so inspired by this poem. Thankee.