The black man congregates a thought,
What is the black man's purpose?
The black man exclaims unsoft,
What is the black man's purpose?
Wrought for all, nothing for wrought,
toiling away, the have-nots.

Thy ordain compass,
What red chalice spilled?
Thy blacken justice,
What red chalice spilled?
Burden all, blacks wrought,
Burden all, whites fought.

The black man congregates a thought,
What is the black man's burden?
The black man exclaims unsoft,
What is the black man's burden?
All for wrought, wrought for all,
Toiling for naught, the have-all;

For naught did wrought brought have-nots,
wrought brought justice to have-nots,
For blacks dun thy burden not.