“The Land of The Free” – Response to Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

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America. The land of the free.
That is what we set out to be.
But the American dream was an American nightmare
It turned out to be a nightmare, indeed
We pledge allegiance to the flag
We pledge liberty for all
But where was that pledge
When you watched us fall?
The only stars we saw in the sky were on the flag
Of the country that imprisoned us
They bruised and beat down all of our own
How did we call this our home?
Why do we call this our home?
It is our home as much as it is yours.
Our blood and our tears watered the crops
Filled the rivers, stained the streams
That sustained this so-called land of the free
But this land of the free did not sustain me
The land of the free. What does that mean?
And why can’t those called the free include me?
What was my crime that caused me to be chained?
Was I guilty of being? Guilty of breathing?
Nobody chose to stand up for me.
But now I ask you to stand up with me.
With all for freedom comes freedom for all
A true freedom that lasts. A freedom that matters.
From the mountaintop to the big city
From the Great Plains to great rivers
Regardless of culture, race, or colour
From the rich to the poor
An America where everyone can be free. That is all I ask for.
This is a poem responding to the poem “Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes. My response starts off by introducing this notion of America being the land of the free. However, without naming a particular group, the narrator starts introducing the idea that it is not truly free. Much like the poem I was responding to, I decided to not assign an ethnicity or minority to the narrator in order to keep it relatable for all of the oppressed.
“The Same” – Response to We Shoot Children Too, Don’t We by Dan Almagor

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We are the same. We are all the same.
We bleed, sweat, and breathe same.
The difference is we’re better simply because we are
We have the right, it’s our duty.
But what divine being gave us the right,
who, what, gave us the right
to laugh at their shrieks, to their screams,
are we really defending when we do these things?
Why do we raise our weapons against the weaponless?
This is not right.
And now we teach children to take up our fight.
Is this right? Is it not wrong?
That we teach ours to shoot theirs for singing their nation’s song?
Why do we teach them to throw stones and bombs at others?
They should throw stones to skip along the river
where now blood flows, human crimson streams
which carry their dead’s broken dreams
The dead; men, women, and children who lived.
Do you think our actions can be forgived?
When people die, children cry
but why don’t we cry when children die?
This is a poem responding to the poem “We Shoot Children Too, Don’t We”. This was a very impactful poem showing the sense of humanity lost in the conflict ensuing between Israel and Palestine. Criticizing Israel’s actions against the people of Palestine, the poet demonstrates that we are all human. Through my poem, I attempt to encapsulate the same basic principle; we are all human and deserve to be treated as such.








