Langston Hughes (Лэнгстон Хьюз)

Democracy

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
  Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
 To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

     Freedom
     Is a strong seed
     Planted
     In a great need.

     I live here, too.
     I want freedom
     Just as you.

1. Sylvester’s Dying Bed
2. Children's Rhymes
3. Park Bench
4. Ennui
5. Dream Variations

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