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The Daily Poetry Movement

Claude Mckay was heralded by many as the leader of the Harlem Renassance. In this poem his ability to recall to people their insanity was crucial to shaking their faith in their actions instead of their faith in "god". This poem is an out-reach towards our humanity. I guess Bush thought Santa was real. That is why he lynched him.

by: Claude McKay (1890-1948)

IS spirit is smoke ascended to high heaven.
His father, by the cruelest way of pain,
Had bidden him to his bosom once again;
The awful sin remained still unforgiven.
All night a bright and solitary star
(Perchance the one that ever guided him,
Yet gave him up at last to Fate's wild whim)
Hugh pitifully o'er the swinging char.
Day dawned, and soon the mixed crowds came to view
The ghastly body swaying in the sun:
The women thronged to look, but never a one
Showed sorrow in her eyes of steely blue;
And little lads, lynchers that were to be,
Danced round the dreadful thing in fiendish glee.