Great thoughts in their deepest hearts
And sometimes only blunderingly express them,
Haltingly and stumblingly say them,
And faultily put them into practice.
The people do not always uand each other.
But there is, somewhere there,
Always the trying to uand,
And the trying to say,
"You are a man. Together we are building our land."
America!
Land created in on,
Dream nourished in on,
Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on!
If the house is not yet finished,
Dont be disced, builder!
If the fight is not yet won,
Dont be weary, soldier!
The plan and the pattern is here,
Woven from the beginning
Into the and woof of America:
ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL.
NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH
TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN
WITHOUT HIS SENT.
BETTER DIE FREE,
THAN TO LIVE SLAVES.
Who said those things? Ameris!
Who owns those words? America!
Who is America? You, me!
We are America!
To the enemy who would quer us from without,
We say, NO!
To the enemy who would divide
And quer us from within,
We say, NO!
FREEDOM!
BROTHERHOOD!
DEMOCRACY!
To all the enemies of these great words:
We say, NO!
A long time ago,
An enslaved people heading toward freedom
Made up a song:
Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!
The plow plowed a new furrow
Across the field of history.
Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.
From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.
That tree is for everybody,
For all America, for all the world.