In the shadows of despair, he found his light,
With words that wove through the night,
A beacon for those who sought hope,
In a world that struggled to cope.

His pen, a sword against racial strife,
Carving paths for a better life,
Dreams deferred but never lost,
He fought, despite the cost.

Voices of the silenced, he made them heard,
Through every line and every word,
A legacy of resilience and grace,
Written on the pages of race.

Langston Hughes, a name that rings,
With the songs of freedom that he sings,
His dreams live on in every heart,
A testament that will never depart.