Author Marcus Garvey Round and round the Negro goes, Looking for a place of rest, Nowhere can he find the place, Till he joins the army West. This is due to lack of mind, Mind, without a will that counts; Let the Negro think as man, Then for him there is no doubts. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments