All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In every war, there's looting.
The white sail of his soul has rounded the promontory - death.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.
The black man has become a shell, a shadow of man, completely defeated, drowning in his own misery, a slave, an ox bearing the yoke of oppression with sheepish timidity.
Black Power is giving power to people who have not had power to determine their destiny.
There's always a little jump to your heart when you realize you've got looting.
Darkness is full of possibility.
You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden; it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.