Kids Who Die Poem by Langston Hughes

Kids Who Die

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This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don't believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don't want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don't want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies'll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter's field,
Or the rivers where you're drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.

Saturday, August 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,deaths,kid,kids
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chicken Finger 22 January 2016

I like chicken they go BLURGHEHTYHEGHHR

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Mega Chicken Boi 15 October 2018

Blurghetyeghyurmeyhrymeyhuyrryrblgghthhrrrrr is wot de chicken say

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Chicken Finger 22 January 2016

Yeh, chicken finger have prevail and first is to commnt here :)

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Susan Williams 25 August 2016

I know somewhat about the historic events in which college protesters lost their lives- -no, were murdered. But I have to make a little protest about this poem in that Langston blames the old and the rich time after time. The old are probably having trouble getting out of their chairs, paying for their meds, and fighting off senility, dementia, arthritis, loss of balance, etc. The rich? Maybe so, maybe not. There are many rich people who donate to charities that struggle with the ills of society. Maybe as many rich people as middle-class people care. This point the finger of blame poem didn't work for me - I think the roots of evil extend deeper into the human psyche than this poem indicates. Still like most of his poetry so don't throw rocks, please.

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Gajanan Mishra 25 August 2016

Monuments of love kids, right.

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Dr Antony Theodore 01 September 2020

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers Kids will die in the orange groves of California injustice and voicing it out through this wonderful poem. tony

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Sylvester Chelmsford 04 February 2020

Noiceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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secret admirer 15 January 2020

make for death poems please

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Metin sahin 25 August 2019

Wonderful

1 0 Reply
Walter Clements 08 May 2019

i like fire trucks and moster trucks

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