Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Is a strong seed
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

by Langston Hughes

Comments (8)

Moon Moon O' Moon you are my beauty not only for night duty come and hug me kiss me O' cutie
Great reflection on death.
Mrs Moon sitting up in the sky little old lady rock-a-bye with a ball of fading light and silvery needles knitting the night Nicely penned. Thanks poet. 10
Beautiful description of moon against the backdrop of traditional fables. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks.
So nicely written poem.
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