There is another America.*
One gracious and kind.
Wise and giving.
With leaders who care.
And schools that excel.
And churches filled with hope.
Churches and mosques and temples.
Gatherings of those who care and love.
Who believe in God, or the gods, or the universe.
A land of vision and sorrow.
Sorrow for the buffalo.
And Indigenous Peoples.
Sorrow for slavery.
And sorrow for our greed.
And sorrow for our hideous ambitions.
And vision, too.
The undying vision of liberty, welcome and inclusion.
The vision of peace and wellbeing.
With strong government to keep in check:
The worst of our financial impulses.
To promote the sharing of wealth.
Women and men of integrity.
To walk the halls of congress.
And sit upon the bench.
To enact the common good.
To defend it's reach and breadth.
To build up and make good.
For all its people.
And all its creatures.
All the trees and all the birds.
Yes, there is another America.
It's my America.
And yours, too.
Let freedom ring.
Let truth be told.
Let our beloved Statue of Liberty be proud.
Of the America we are.
The America we must be.
The America of which we sing:
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
*Inspired by Kay Boyle's 1953 essay in "The Nation," "Farewell to Europe" ... from her book, "Words that Must be Said Somehow" ...
