 At the Closed Gate of Justice By James David Carruthers Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk To be a negro in a day like this demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow, betrayed like him whose woe dim dyes gave bliss, still must one succour those who brought one low. To be a negro in a day like this, to be a negro in a day like this demands rare patience, patience that can wait in utter darkness, tis the path to miss and knock unheeded at an iron gate. To be a negro in a day like this, to be a negro in a day like this demands strange loyalty. We serve a flag which is to us white freedoms emphasis. Ah, one must love when truth and justice lag. To be a negro in a day like this, to be a negro in a day like this, alas, Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst. But I pass by the glorious goal on one merely a negro in a day like this. At the Closed Gate of Justice by James David Carruthers Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley To be a negro in a day like this demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow, betrayed like him whose woe dimmed eyes gave bliss, still must one succour those who brought one low. To be a negro in a day like this, to be a negro in a day like this demands rare patience, patience that can wait in utter darkness, tis the path to miss and knock unheeded at Niron Gate to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands strange loyalty. We serve a flag which is to us white freedoms emphasis. Ah, one must love when truth and justice lag to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this, alas, Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst, but I pass by the glorious goal on one, merely a negro in a day like this. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. At the Closed Gate of Justice by James David Carruthers Read for LibriVox.org by Ethan Hurst To be a negro in a day like this demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow, betrayed like him whose woe dindies gave bliss. Still must one sucker those who brought one low, to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands rare patience, patience that can wait in utter darkness, tis the path to miss and knock unheeded at Niron Gate to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands strange loyalty. We serve a flag which, to us, white freedoms emphasis. One must love when truth and justice lag to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this, alas, Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst, but I pass by the glorious goal on one, merely a negro in a day like this. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. At the Closed Gate of Justice by James David Carruthers Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist To be a negro in a day like this demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow, betrayed, like him whose woe dimmed eyes gave bliss, still must one sucker those who brought one low. To be a negro in a day like this demands rare patience, patience that can wait in utter darkness, it is the path to miss and knock, unheeded, at an iron gate, to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands strange loyalty. We serve a flag which, to us, white freedoms emphasis. Ah, one must love when truth and justice lag to be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this, alas! Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst, but I pass by the glorious goal on one, merely a negro in a day like this. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. At the closed gate of justice by James David Carruthers, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. To be a negro in a day like this demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow, betrayed, like him whose woe dimmed eyes gave bliss, still must one sucker those who brought one low. To be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands rare patience. Patience that can wait in utter darkness. Tis the path to miss and knock unheeded at an iron gate. To be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands strange loyalty. We serve a flag which, to us, white freedoms emphasis. Ah, one must love when truth and justice lag. To be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this. Alas, Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst, but I pass by the glorious goal on one, merely a negro in a day like this. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. At the closed gate of justice by James David Carradas, read for LibriVox.org by товарищ. To be a negro in a day like this demands forgiveness. Bruised with blow on blow, betrayed, like him whose woe dimmed eyes gave bliss, still must one succour those who brought one low. To be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands rare patience. Patience that can wait in utter darkness. Tis the path to miss and knock unheeded at an iron gate. To be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this demands strange loyalty. We serve a flag which is to us white freedoms emphasis. Ha, one must love when truth and justice lag. To be a negro in a day like this. To be a negro in a day like this. Alas, Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate all gold and amethyst. But I pass by the glorious goal on one. Merely a negro in a day like this. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.