If we must die-let it not be like hogs, hunted and penned in an inglorious spot. While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we will face the murderous, cowardly pack, pressed to the wall, dying but
fighting back!
Claude McKay, " We Must Die"

What important issue of the early 1900s is reflected in McKay's poetry?