Langston Hughes
Language: English

Just a herd of Negroes
Driven to the field,
Plowing, planting, hoeing,
To make the cotton yield.

When the cotton's picked
And the work is done
Boss man takes the money
And we get none,

Leaves us hungry, ragged
As we were before,
Year by year goes by
And we are nothing more

Than a herd of Negroes
Driven to the field
Plowing life away
To make to cotton yield.

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