Langston Hughes - Frederick Dougla**: 1817-1895* lyrics

Dougla** was someone who, Had he walked with wary foot And frightened tread, From very indecision Might be dead, Might have lost his soul, But instead decided to be bold And capture every street, On which he set his feet, To route each path Toward freedom's goal, To make each highway Choose his compa**' choice To all the world cried, Hear my voice!... Oh, to be a beast, a bird, Anything but a slave! he said. Who would be free Themselves must strike The first blow, he said. He died in 1895. He is not dead.