A different Verizon Let America be America Again

American the land of dreams and life

The world of thoughts and lies

The time of human race

But just one fit the grace

The world of black and white

We know who rule the right

AMERICAN WAS ALWAYS AMERICAN TO ME THEY PROTEST THEIR HUMAN RIGHT

American the land of freedom and immigrant

Or so their stories told

They will welcome you with open hand

Because you need their help

The time of slaves has past

But some still do remains

They look at you with pain

Indeed I need their help

AMERICAN WAS ALWAYS AMERICAN TO ME THEY PROTEST THEIR HUMAN RIGHT

Their smile was hard but cold

But still I need a gold

My kinds turn their backs

Because I’m the immigrant

 American the land of freedom and immigrant

Or so their story told

They welcome me with cold at heart

Because I need their help

Thu, October 18, 2007

Let America be America AGAIN

America, my land of dreams and 

life

My world of technology and hope

The change of human race

Don’t we all fit the grace?

The world my grandmother dreamt of

But a hopeless dream she had

A dream never brought to her reality

But it doesn’t hurt to dream

I dream everyday with hope of America

And so my dream came to life

Grandma should have dreamt harder

Should have Reach out longer

Pray harder 

Just try harder

And now I’m living her dream

Now in America

With law which abides

They will welcome me with open hand

Or was it with steels in heart

But we came to feel the right

Was it not free with dreams of hope?

The time of slaves has passed

But some still remains

Or this is what we are told to believe

They look at us as if we are wrong

Or do we still wear the mask

Indeed Langston Hughes was right

America was set as high

Their smile was meant to be fake and cold

Or so their stories told

But It’s still brought me things in life that grandma will never have

  America is the land of freedom

America is a reality

But grandma forgot to wake up from her dreams

Grandma said there are no such things as hope

Indeed there is  

But she will never know

She is long asleep

 How I wish the experience was great  

But still I have the dreams

The dreams I don’t know I have

The dreams Hughes have

And the dream grandma was unable to bring to her reality

Should I wake her up?

Do I dare tell her?

No

Let America be America again, it always was to me

But

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This was originally written by me on Thu, November 1, 2007