I recently ran across this Langston Hughes’ poem, which spoke to me of how the different historically disenfranchised have experienced the Land of the Free. The poem calls for America to be the land it never was but always hoped to be.
“…I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan.
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak…
O, let America be American again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again…”
~ Langston Hughes
For the full poem: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/let-america-be-america-again