A Poem by Langston Hughes, found on Facebook

by | Aug 11, 2022 | Uncategorized

Mother’s and Father’s day have come and gone. I do not put much to celebrate in that. But I found this beautiful poem by Langston Hughes on Facebook that explained why for me. It was written a very long time ago. Strange, but it could have been written today.

The Langston Hughes Poem:

This is for the kids who die

Black and white

For kids will die certainly.

The old and rich will live on a while as always

Eating blood and gold

Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi

Organizing sharecroppers

Kids will die in the streets of Chicago

Organizing workers

Kids will die in the orange groves of California

Telling others to get together

Whites and Filipinos,

Negroes and Mexicans,

All kinds of kids will die

Who don’t believe in lies and bribes and contentment

And a lousey peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned

Who pen editorials in papers,

And the gentlemen who have Dr in front of their names

And the sleazy courts,

And the bribe reaching police,

And the blood – loving generals,

And the money – loving preachers,

Will all raise their hands against the kids who die

Beating them with laws, and clubs, and bayonettes and bullets

To frighten the people –

And the old and rich don’t want the people

To taste the iron of the kids who die,

Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,

To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—

Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts

Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,

Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht

But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—

When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,

And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hand

And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphants clasped as one,

And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant

Through the kids who die.
(Langston Hughes)