Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.

To the enemy who would conquer us from without,

FREEDOM!

If the house is not yet finished,

Always the trying to understand,

To the enemy who would divide

Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on!

For al九九藏書l America, for all the world.

An enslaved people heading toward freedom

But there is, somewhere there,

The people do not always understand each other.

BETTER DIE FREE,

TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN

And sometimes only blunderingly express them,

https://read.99csw.comTo all the enemies of these great words:

We say, NO!

Who said those things? Americans!

WITHOUT HIS CONSENT.

From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.

We say, NO!

BROTHERHOOD!

America!

The plow plowed a new furrow

Halt九*九*藏*書ingly and stumblingly say them,

Dont be discouraged, builder!

Who owns those words? America!

A long time ago,

Made up a song:

Who is America? You, me!

The plan and the pattern is here,

If the fight is not yet won,

Dont be weary, soldier!

We are Am九_九_藏_書erica!

We say, NO!

ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL.

Into the warp and woof of America:

Across the field of history.

And the trying to say,

THAN TO LIVE SLAVES.

Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!

And conquer us from within,

That tree is for everybody,

&quo九*九*藏*書t;You are a man. Together we are building our land."

Land created in common,

NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH

Woven from the beginning

And faultily put them into practice.

DEMOCRACY!

Dream nourished in common,