Let America Be America Again. Let It

There Is No Color Line In Death. I Swear To The Lord I Still Can't See Why Democracy Means Everybody But Me. O, Yes, I Say It Plain, America Never Was America To Me, And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be! I Am The American Heartbreak- The Rock On Which Freedom Stumped Its Toe.

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul

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

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.

The Rain Plays A Little Sleep Song On Our Roof At Night And I Love The Rain.