Claude McKay - To the White Fiends lyrics

Think you I am not fiend and savage too? Think you I could not arm me with a gun And shoot down ten of you for every one Of my black brothers murdered, burnt by you? Be not deceived, for every deed you do I could match—out-match: am I not Africa's son, Black of that black land where black deeds are done? But the Almighty from the darkness drew My soul and said: Even thou shaft be a light Awhile to burn on the benighted earth, Thy dusky face I set among the white For thee to prove thyself of highest worth; Before the world is swallowed up in night, To show thy little lamp: go forth, go forth!