When you see that copy of Langston Hughes Selected Poems at the bookstore, know that the "selection" had more to do with meeting the ideological needs of the McCarthy era than sharing the full power and popular grace of his collected work. Faith Berry  did the great service in 1973 of assembling his uncollected radical poems and writings from the Soviet Union in Good Morning Revolution. With all the talk about religion, and so many leftists allergic to telling the truth about the God racket, I'm just loving Langton's love of the people and not their illusions. He writes:

Listen, Chirst,
You did alright in your day, I reckon—
But that day's gone now.
They ghosted you up a swell story, too,
Called it Bible—
But it's dead now
.

Goodbye, Christ
By Langston Hughes, 1932

Listen, Chirst,
You did alright in your day, I reckon—
But that day's gone now.
They ghosted you up a swell story, too,
Called it Bible—
But it's dead now.

The popes and the preachers've
Made too much money from it
They've sold you to too many

Kings, generals, robbers, and killers—
Even to the Tzar and the Cossacks,
Even to Rockefeller's Church.
Even to the Saturday Evening Post,
You ain't no good no more.
They've pawned you
Till you've done wore out.

Goodbye,
Christ Jesus Lord God Jehova,
Beat it on away from here now.
Make way for a new guy with no religion at all—
A real guy named
Marx Communist Lenin Peasant Stalin Worker ME—

I said, ME—

Go ahead on now,
You're getting in the way of things, Lord.
And please take Saint Gandhi with you when you go,
And Saint Pope Pius,
And Saint Aimee McPhereson,
And big black Saint Becton
Of the Consecrated Dime.
Move!

Dn't be so slow about movin'!
The world is mine from now on—
And nobody's gonna sell ME
To a king, or a general,
Or a millionaire.