In the rhythm of words, a voice profound,
Langston spoke of dreams, both lost and found.
Through verses strong, a race’s cry,
Unyielding spirit that won’t deny.

He painted lives in hues of night,
In every struggle, in every fight.
His pen, a beacon, in times of pain,
Resilient voices, breaking the chain.

Songs of Harlem, whispers of hope,
In every line, the strength to cope.
His legacy, a guiding light,
In unity and justice, a timeless fight.

From rivers deep to mountain high,
Langston’s words forever fly.
In dreams deferred, in freedom’s song,
The race endures, the spirit strong.