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Layout Created at Mspremade.com"Let America be America Again".... Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-Let it be that great strong land of love where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme, that any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where liberty is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, but opportunity is real, and live is free, equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, nor freedom in this "homeland of the free") Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draps your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slaver's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek- And finding only the same onld stupid plan of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, tangled in the ancient endless chain of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! of take the pay! O fowning everything for one's own greed! I am the farm, bondsman to the machine. Iam the Negro, servant to you all. Iam the people, humble, hungry, mean- Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today- O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, the poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream in the old world while still a ser of kings, who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, that even yet its might daring sing in every brick and stone, in every furrow turned that's made america the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas for I'm the one who left dark Irleland's shore, and Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, and torn from Black africa's strand I came to build a "homeland of the free." The free? Who said free? Not me? Surley not me? the millions on relief? the millions shto down when we strike? the millions who have nothing for our pay? for all the dreams we've dreamed and all the songs we've sung and all the hopes we've held and all the flags we've hung, the millions who have nothing for our pay-except the dream that's almost dead today. O' , let America be America again- the land that never has been yet-and yet must be- the land where every man is free. The land that's mine-the poor man's, Indians, Negros, Me- Who made America, whose sweat a and blood, whose faith and pain, whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, must bring back our mighty dream again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, and yet I swear this oath- America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our ganster death, the rape and rot of graft, and stealth , and lies, we , the people must redeem the land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The monutains and the endless plain- All, all the stretch of these great green states- and make America again! By Langston Hughes
