The Colored Soldier
By Langston Hughes
1 My brother died in France--but I came back.
2 We were just two colored boys, brown and black,
3 Who joined up to fight for the U.S.A.
4 When the Nation called us that mighty day.
5 We were sent to training camp, then oversees--
6 And me and my brother were happy as you please
7 Thinking we were fighting for Democracy's true reign
8 And that our dark blood would wipe away the stain
9 Of prejudice, and hate, and the false color line--
10 And give us the rights that are yours and mine.
11 They told us America would know no black or white:
12 So we marched to the front, happy to fight.
13 Last night in a dream my brother came to me
14 Out of his grave from over the sea,
15 Back from the acres of crosses in France couldn’t
16 And said to me, "Brother, you've got your chance,
17 And I hope you're making good, and doing fine--
18 Cause when I was living, I didn't have mine.
19 Black boys couldn't work then anywhere like they can today
20 Could hardly find a job that offered decent pay.
21 The unions barred us; the factories, too,
22 But now I know we've got plenty to do.
23 We couldn't eat in restaurants; had Jim Crow cars;
24 Didn't have any schools; and there were all sorts of bars
25 To the colored boy's rising in wealth or station--
26 But now I know well that's not our situation:
27 The world's been made safe for Democracy
28 And no longer do we know the dark misery
29 Of being held back, of having no chance--
30 Since the colored soldiers came home from France.
31 Didn't our government tell us things would be fine
32 When we got through fighting, Over There and dying?
33 So now I know we blacks are just like any other--
34 Cause that's what I died for--isn't it , Brother?"
And I saw him standing there, straight and tall,
35 In his solder's uniform, and all.
36 Then his dark face smiled at me in the night--
37 But the dream was cruel--and bitter---and somehow
not right.
38 It was awful--facing that boy who went to die
39 For what could I answer him, except, "It's a lie!"
40 It's a lie! It's a lie! Every word they said.
41 And it's better a thousand times you're in France dead.
42 For here in the South there’s no votes and no right.
43 And I'm still just a "nigger" in America tonight.
44 Then I woke up, and the dream was ended--
45 But broken was the soldier's dream, too bad to be mended.
46 And it's a good thing all the black boys lying dead
47 Over There
48 Can't see! And don't know! And won't ever care!