Today is the birthday of great American poet Langston Hughes, born in my home state of Missouri in 1902 (much more about Mr. Hughes here and here and here and here and here). This poem, "Democracy," could have been written this morning.
Democracy will not comeToday, this yearNor everThrough compromise and fear.
I have as much right As the other fellow hasTo standOn 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.
FreedomIs a strong seedPlantedIn a great need.
I live here, too.I want freedomJust as you.