We Too

 "We, Too"
by Langston Hughes

Oh, Congo brother
 With your tribal marks,
 We, too, emerge
 From ageless darks.
 We, too, emit
 A frightening cry
 From body scarred,
 Soul that won't die.
 We encarnadine the sky.
 We, who have no
 Tribal marks to bear,
 Bear in our souls
 The great welts there
 That years have cut
 Through skin and lashed
 Through bone
 In silent cry,
 In unheard moan -
 We, too,
 Congo brother,
 Rise with you.