The Negro's Cry
They gaze at me crudely,
Many a times they judge me cruelly,
They fail to see that the
riches of a great book
Isn't on its cover,
For a cover is but a cover, nothing more:
Nothing of value...
Many a times they judge me cruelly,
They fail to see that the
riches of a great book
Isn't on its cover,
For a cover is but a cover, nothing more:
Nothing of value...