|Marcus - The Love Amie|
|Monday, October 31, 1927|
|(Dedicated to Mrs. Amy Jacques Garvey)|
I wandered far in life's stern way
To seek the good of every day;
But fell among the thieves of Thane,
Who tried to rob my honest name.
I found no brotherhood in man;
But here and there a vicious clan;
No truth, no love, no justice find
Their way into these groups unkind.
But you have been a light to me,
A fond and dear, and true Amic;
So what care I for falsest friend,
When on your love I can depend.
To steal one's wealth is always trash,
O'er which some men are ne'er abash;
But then to steal and blot a name,
It takes the courage of a Thane,
But all they do is only nought,
Because the battle has been fought,
And I have won your love, Amie,
The greatest treasure I can see.
|Haile Selassie I|