When Was Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes Written
Langston Hughes
Used by permission of Harold Ober Associates, Inc.
Let America exist America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plainly
Seeking a habitation where he himself is complimentary.
(America never was America to me.)
Allow America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let information technology exist that great strong land of dearest
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That whatever man be crushed past one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my country be a country where Liberty
Is crowned with no fake patriotic wreath,
Only opportunity is existent, and life is free,
Equality is in the air nosotros breathe.
(There'southward never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the nighttime?
And who are you that draws your veil beyond the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro begetting slavery's scars.
I am the carmine man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the promise I seek—
And finding just the aforementioned old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the fellow, full of forcefulness and hope,
Tangled in that 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!
Of owning everything for 1'southward own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, hateful—
Hungry notwithstanding today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got alee,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Nonetheless I'm the 1 who dreamt our basic dream
In the One-time World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream and so stiff, so brave, so true,
That even withal its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That'due south fabricated America the land it has go.
O, I'm the human who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I'm the i who left nighttime Republic of ireland's shore,
And Poland's apparently, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The complimentary?
Who said the complimentary? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who accept nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams nosotros've dreamed
And all the songs nosotros'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 virtually dead today.
O, allow America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And even so must be—the state where every man is free.
The land that's mine—the poor man's, Indian'due south, Negro'due south, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose religion and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream over again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you cull—
The steel of liberty does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must have back our land once more,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will exist!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The state, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the countless plain—
All, all the stretch of these bang-up greenish states—
And brand America again!
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Source: https://www.uua.org/small-group/call-faith-turbulent-times/session-one/let-america-be-america-again
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