In the heartbeats of Harlem, his words took flight,
Whispering dreams of equality, in the still of the night.
A poet, a prophet, with ink as his might,
Langston Hughes painted the struggle, in black and white.

Through verses he wove, the tapestry of race,
Echoes of pain, yet dignity’s embrace.
He sang of rivers, deep and ancient, with grace,
A timeless reflection of the black face.

Amidst the shadows of segregation’s blight,
His pen became a beacon, piercing the plight.
In every stanza, a call to unite,
For justice, for freedom, in the dawn’s light.

Langston’s legacy, a bridge to the past,
A reminder that struggle and hope can last.
In his words, we find courage, steadfast,
A testament to resilience, unsurpassed.