“I am a thing not new, I am as old As human nature. I am that which lurks, Ready to spring whenever a bar is loosed; The ancient trait which fights incessantly Against restraint, balks at the upward climb; The weight forever seeking to obey The law of downward pull; and I am more: The bitter fruit am I of planted seed; The resultant, the inevitable end Of evil forces and the powers of wrong.” HumansEndsLawFightingEvilForceForeverHuman NatureReadySpringWeightFruitAncientSeekingSeedsBarsBitterInevitableClimbsTraitsRestraintIncessantly Author:James Weldon Johnson
“We are what we were at birth, and each trait has remained in conformity with earth's and with heaven's logic: Be the devil's tool, resort to black magic, None can diverge from the ends which Heaven foreordained.” EndsEarthHeavenBlackMagicBirthDevilToolsLogicConformityTraitsResortsBlack Magic Book:Complete Poems Source: Complete Poems