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The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
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.
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold ------------------- Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
O, let my land be a land where Liberty O, let America be America again— O, yes,
Let America be America again. ------ Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— ----- O, let America be America again—
where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
(America never was America to me.) (It never was America to me.) (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
