Of owning everything for ones own greed!

Hungry yet today despite the dream.

That even yet its mighty daring sings

Let it be the pioneer on the plain

(Theres never been equality for me,

I am the Negro, servant to you all.

I am the worker sold to the machine.

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--

(America never was America to me.)

I am the Negro bearing slaverys scars.

And finding only the same old stupid plan

O, let my land be a land where Liberty

And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am九-九-藏-書 the people, humble, hungry, mean--

Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!

I am the red man driven from the land,

Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!

Let it be the dream it used to be.

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?

(It never was America toｈｔtｐｓ://ｒeａｄ•9９ｃsｗ•ｃｏm me.)

Of work the men! Of take the pay!

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,

Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Let it be that great strong land of love

Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

That any man be crushed by one above.

Who dreamt a dream so st九九藏書rong, so brave, so true,

Yet Im the one who dreamt our basic dream

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,

Equality is in the air we breathe.

In the Old World while still a serf of kings,

I am the man who never got ahead,

Let America be America again.

The poorest worker bartered through the years.

九*九*藏*書Tangled in that ancient endless chain

But opportunity is real, and life is free,

Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,

Seeking a home where he himself is free.

Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--