In Harlem’s heart, a voice did rise,
With words that soared across the skies,
Langston Hughes, with pen in hand,
Spoke of dreams and a promised land.
Through verses rich and deeply wise,
He painted struggles, hopes, and ties,
A tapestry of race and grace,
Reflecting on the human race.
His lines embraced both pain and pride,
Unveiling truths that never hide,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding souls towards the light.
In every stanza, every rhyme,
Hughes captured moments lost in time,
A legacy that speaks today,
Of unity, come what may.