‘Tis a noble gift to be brown all brown
Like the strongest things
Up this earth,
Like the mountains grave and grand,
Even like the very land,
Even like the trunks of trees –
Even oaks, to be like these!
God builds his strength in bronze.
To be brown like thrush and lark! Like the subtle rain so dark!
May, the king of beasts were Brown:
Eagles are of the same hue.
I think God then, I am brown. Brown has mighty things to do
Jacob Lawrence, The Migration Series, Panel no. 11: Food had doubled in price because of the war
