Deceased

Poem By Langston Hughes

Harlem
Sent him home
in a long box-
Too dead
To know why:

The licker
Was lye.

Comments about Deceased

A sorrowful poem. A deceased negro sent home in a casket from Harlem. Was liquor to blame?
it/s so sad cause people die everday from shooting, drugs, deases, and more.
sadest poem that I have ever read in my life
Death is sad It comes unseen When it happens Nothing can be done Though we wish to It is impossible To avoid a fate As cruel as death


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