Children's Rhymes, par Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Children's Rhymes

By what sends

the white kids

I ain’t sent:

I know I can’t

be President.

What don’t bug

them white kids

sure bugs me:

We know everybody

ain’t free.

Lies written down

for white folks

ain’t for us a—tall:

Liberty And Justice—

Huh!—For All?

#Americans #Blacks

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