Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

To Certain - Poem by Langston Hughes

You sicken me with lies,
With truthful lies.
And with your pious faces.
And your wide, out-stretched,
mock-welcome, Christian hands.
While underneath
Is dirt and ugliness,
And rotting hearts,
And wild hyenas howling
In you soul's wasteland.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010



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