A+Black+Man+Talks+of+Reaping



I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear that wind or fowl would take the grain away. I planted safe against this stark, lean year.

I scsttered seed enough to plant the land in rows from Canada to Mexico but for my reaping only what the hand can hold at once is all that i can show.

Yet what i sowed and what the orchard yields my brother's son are gathering stalk and root; small wonder then my children glean in fields they have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.