WE THAT WERE BRED OVERSEAS
Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them in —
We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin.
Not in the dark do we fight-haggle and flout and gibe;
Selling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe.
THE SONG OF THE SONS
THE SONGS OF THE CITIES
CALCUTTA
MADRAS
RANGOON