Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer


Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer Poems

1. The Voice Of The Negro 4/15/2010
2. Why Is It? 4/15/2010
3. Why Negroes Don'T Unite 4/15/2010
4. The Peonage System 4/15/2010
5. The Pharaohs Of Today 4/15/2010
6. The Southern Pulpit 4/15/2010
7. Must Be Freed 4/15/2010
8. The Southern Press 4/15/2010
9. The Crum Appointment 4/15/2010
10. The Door Of Hope 4/15/2010
11. Misunderstood 4/15/2010
12. Retribution 4/15/2010
13. Loyalty To The Flag 4/15/2010
14. Immorality 4/15/2010
15. The Negro Schools 4/15/2010
16. The Eutawville Lynching 4/15/2010
17. Negro Heroines 4/15/2010
18. A Notable Dinner 4/15/2010
19. Prejudice 4/15/2010
20. The Negro Ballot 4/15/2010
21. A Legal Mouse 4/15/2010
22. The Truth Suppressed 4/15/2010
23. Emancipation Day 4/15/2010
24. Jim Crow Cars 4/15/2010
25. Injustice Of The Courts 4/15/2010
26. Lynching 1/3/2003
27. Birthday Wishes To A Physician 1/3/2003
28. Thanksgiving 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

Thanksgiving

Let us give thanks to God above,
Thanks for expressions of His love,
Seen in the book of nature, grand
Taught by His love on every hand.

Let us be thankful in our hearts,
Thankful for all the truth imparts,
For the religion of our Lord,
All that is taught us in His word.

Let us be thankful for a land,
That will for such religion stand;
One that protects it by the law,
One that before it stands in awe.

Thankful for all things let us be,
Though there be woes and misery;
Lessons they bring us for our good-
Later 'twill all be ...

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Lynching

Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?
'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates,
How the mobs the laws have trampled, both the human and divine,
In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline.

Not the heathen! 'Tis the Christian with the Bible in his hand,
Stands for pain and death to tyrannize the weaklings of the land;
Not the red man nor the Spaniard kills the blacks of Uncle Sam,
'Tis the white man of the nation who will lunch the s

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