America - the Melting Pot For Freedom

AMERICA - THE MELTING POT FOR FREEDOM I know, as you do, that there is no man who Wouldn’t trade his rice bowl empty and dry Or his barrio hut and the tse tse fly And say thank God for America No girl who wouldn’t trade third-wife-in-the-tent, And her work in the kraal, lifelong graft, * To board an aircraft as a drowner grabs a life-raft And say thank God for America Watch her slip her bonds unbound, west to where her future’s found The freedom girl fast bound to America by knots untied Soon she will be an equal, and his bowl will be plied They say thank God for America Different but equal, all allowed to grow where they can, No gatekeeper stops their hopes, stills their tongue, They have become American, their spirit is young They say thank god for America The rain falls on each equally, and the sun likewise Their hopes can flourish along with those of others Old hatreds are replaced with the ways of brothers Say thank God for America . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written for Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen's Contest "America, the Melting Pot for Freedom" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTE * The word "graft" in my British English simply means "hard labour"