Langston Hughes





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I am the silent one,                                              
Saying nothing,
Knowing no words to write,                             
Feeling only the bullets                                       
And the hunger                                                 
And the stench of gas
Dying                                                                
And nobody knows my name
But someday                                                  
I shall raise my hand
And break the heads of you                                  
Who starve me                                                     
I shall raise my hand                                           
And smash the spines of you 
who shoot me.                                               
                                                        
I shall take your guns                                       
And turn them on you.                                        
Starting with the bankers and                           
bosses 
Traders and missionaries                                                    
Who pay the militarists                               
Who pay the soldiers                                       
Who back the police                                         
Who kill me -                                                          
And break my strikes   
And break my rising - 
I, silently,
And without a single learned word
Shall begin the slaughter
That will end my hunger
And your bullets
And the gas of capitalism
And make the world
My own.
When that is done,
I shall find words to speak.     

Wait!

HAITI UNEMPLOYED MILLIONS CALIFORNIA CHERRY PICKERS STRIKING
MINERS ALABAMA SUGAR BEET WORKERS INDIAN MASSES SCOTTSBORO
SHANGHAI COOLIES PATTERSON SUGAR BEET WORKERS COLONIAL ASIA
FRICK’S MINERS CUBA POOR FARMERS JAPANESE CONSCRIPTS WORKERS
JOHANNESBURG MINERS CHAPEI ALABAMA NEGROES OXNARD SUGAR
BEET WORKERS INDIAN MASSES BONUS MARCHERS FORD STRIKERS HAITI


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