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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Oppression

Now dreams
Are not available
To the dreamers,
Nor songs
To the singers.
 
In some lands
Dark night
And cold steel
Prevail
But the dream
Will come back,
And the song
Break
Its jail.

#Americans #Blacks

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