The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories. – Margaret Walker
The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age. – Margaret Walker
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth let a people loving freedom come to growth. – Margaret Walker
Friends and good manners will carry you where money wont go. – Margaret Walker