Keep Your Hand On The

America Never Was America To Me And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be!

I Dream A World... Where Wretchedness Will Hang Its Head And Joy, Like A Pearl, Attends The Needs Of All Mankind. Of Such I Dream, My World!

Yet The Ivory Gods, And The Ebony Gods, And The Gods Of Diamond-jade, Are Only Silly Puppet Gods That People Themselves Have Made.-

To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.