Are You A Man?

I do not ask, my friend, if you Were born a Gentile or a Jew, A Buddhist, or Mohammedian: I only ask, are you a man?

It matters not, my friend, to me If you are black as black can be, Or colored red, or brown, or tan: I ask but this, are you a man?

I care not, brother, whence you came, Nor do I seek to know your name, Your race, religion, creed or clan: I want to know if you′re a man.

I care not if you′re homely quite, Or handsome as an angel bright, If you, throughout your little span, Have only shown yourself a man.

I think that most men think like that: They hate a weakling, loathe a rat; They′ve always liked, since time began, One who is first and last a man.