Over there,

    orld ar II.

    Dear Fellow Americans,

    I e tter

    imes ter

    his war

    Is through.

    Im a tan-skinned Yank

    Driving a tank.

    I ask, ILL V-DAY

    BE ME-DAY, tOO?

    I wear a U. S. uniform.

    Ive done the enemy much harm,

    Ive driven back

    the Japs,

    From Burma to the Rhine.

    On every battle line,

    Ive dropped defeat

    Into ts laps.

    I am a Negro American

    Out to defend my land

    Army, Navy, Air Corps--

    I am there.

    I take munitions through,

    I figevedore, too.

    I face deathe same as you do

    Everywhere.

    Ive seen my buddy lying

    here he fell.

    Ive ched him dying

    I promised  I ry

    to make our land a land

    here his son could be a man--

    And thered be no Jim Crow birds

    Left in our sky.

    So t I  to know:

    orys glow,

    ill you still let old Jim Crow

    hold me back?

    ed--

    Italians, Ced.

    ill I still be ill-fated

    Because Im black?

    ive land,

    ill till stand?

    ill Dixie lyncill

    urn?

    Or will you comrades in arms

    From tories and the farms,

    this war

    as fougo learn?

    ake off my uniform,

    ill I be safe from harm--

    Or will you do me

    As the Jews?

    o save,

    Sill be colors slave?

    Or ory change

    Your antiquated views?

    You cant say I