Let America be America again.
Let if be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me)
A timely and pertinent poem in our days of the 99% and rousing election speeches, I think it should be required reading for every citizen and perhaps be tattooed on those who use the chorus of “America” to rally us to war, to class and racial divides, and to hate and fear one another. The wood cut illustrations are stark and moving, ideal for the poem, but I found the print to be difficult to read. But even if you must find the poem online or in another anthology, please read it.