In the shadows of the Harlem night,
Voices rise with fervent might,
Dreams deferred, hopes alight,
Echoes of race in poetic flight.

He penned the pain, the joy, the strife,
In verses vivid, full of life,
A mirror to the black man’s plight,
A quest for freedom, burning bright.

Through rhythms deep, through words so true,
Langston’s lines the struggle drew,
From cotton fields to city hue,
A narrative of the black and blue.

His legacy, in every line,
A testament to the divine,
Race and hope forever intertwined,
A poet’s dream for all mankind.