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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 life 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 draws your veil across the stars?



I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,

I am the ***** bearing slavery'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 old stupid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.



I am the young man, full of strength 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 one's own greed!



I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.

I am the worker sold to the machine.

I am the *****, servant to you all.

I am 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 serf of kings,

Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,

That even yet its mighty daring sings

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

In search of what I meant to be my home--

For I'm the one who left dark Ireland'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 the free? Not me?

Surely not me? The millions on relief today?

The millions shot 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, Indian's, *****'s, ME--

Who made America,

Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,

Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,

Must bring back our mighty dream again.



Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--

The steel of freedom does not stain.

From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,

We must take back our land 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 gangster 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 mountains and the endless plain--

All, all the stretch of these great green states--

And make America again!

2006-10-24 02:23:52 · 3 answers · asked by sillionw14 1 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

3 answers

Langston Hughes did a majority of his writings during the Harlem Renaissance and lived through the majority of the civil rights movement. He wrote about Communism as an alternative to the segregated life he and all black people lived in the 20's and 30s. This poem is about inequalities -- lack of freedom in the land of the free.

He's talking about an America that fought for freedom, yet is not free, an America that fought for equality but is not equal, an America that started out as the weak and became the agressor. Its a poem about freedom and liberty, but in his life he has neither freedom nor liberty.

2006-10-24 03:52:08 · answer #1 · answered by Katy 2 · 1 0

America hasn't been "inspired and guided" by Christian principles, as you put it. America has been "inspired and guided" by the principles that "all men were created equal", and that everyone has the right to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness". Where slavery fits into all that, I don't know. I wasn't there. You've got to remember, though, like Joseph from the Bible, many slaves that were transported to the Colonies from Africa, were sold into slavery by their own families. No, that doesn't make it right on anyone's part, but even though the white men have to shoulder the nearly all of the blame, someone sold them into slavery, and they should have to own part of it.

2016-03-28 06:00:28 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Where were you during class? Can you use a search engine?

2006-10-24 02:51:11 · answer #3 · answered by martino 5 · 0 0

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