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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Freedom's Plow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a man starts out with nothing,<br>When a man starts out with his hands<br>Empty, but clean,<br>When a man starts to build a world,<br>He starts first with himself<br>And the faith that is in his heart-<br>The strength there,<br>The will there to build.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First in the heart is the dream-<br>Then the mind starts seeking a way.<br>His eyes look out on the world,<br>On the great wooded world,<br>On the rich soil of the world,<br>On the rivers of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eyes see there materials for building,<br>See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles.<br>The mind seeks a way to overcome these obstacles.<br>The hand seeks tools to cut the wood,<br>To till the soil, and harness the power of the waters.<br>Then the hand seeks other hands to help,<br>A community of hands to help-<br>Thus the dream becomes not one man’s dream alone,<br>But a community dream.<br>Not my dream alone, but our dream.<br>Not my world alone,<br>But your world and my world,<br>Belonging to all the hands who build.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago, but not too long ago,<br>Ships came from across the sea<br>Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers,<br>Adventurers and booty seekers,<br>Free men and indentured servants,<br>Slave men and slave masters, all new-<br>To a new world, America!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With billowing sails the galleons came<br>Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams.<br>In little bands together,<br>Heart reaching out to heart,<br>Hand reaching out to hand,<br>They began to build our land.<br>Some were free hands<br>Seeking a greater freedom,<br>Some were indentured hands<br>Hoping to find their freedom,<br>Some were slave hands<br>Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,<br>But the word was there always:<br>Freedom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down into the earth went the plow<br>In the free hands and the slave hands,<br>In indentured hands and adventurous hands,<br>Turning the rich soil went the plow in many hands<br>That planted and harvested the food that fed<br>And the cotton that clothed America.<br>Clang against the trees went the ax into many hands<br>That hewed and shaped the rooftops of America.<br>Splash into the rivers and the seas went the boat-hulls<br>That moved and transported America.<br>Crack went the whips that drove the horses<br>Across the plains of America.<br>Free hands and slave hands,<br>Indentured hands, adventurous hands,<br>White hands and black hands<br>Held the plow handles,<br>Ax handles, hammer handles,<br>Launched the boats and whipped the horses<br>That fed and housed and moved America.<br>Thus together through labor,<br>All these hands made America.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Labor! Out of labor came villages<br>And the towns that grew cities.<br>Labor! Out of labor came the rowboats<br>And the sailboats and the steamboats,<br>Came the wagons, and the coaches,<br>Covered wagons, stage coaches,<br>Out of labor came the factories,<br>Came the foundries, came the railroads.<br>Came the marts and markets, shops and stores,<br>Came the mighty products moulded, manufactured,<br>Sold in shops, piled in warehouses,<br>Shipped the wide world over:<br>Out of labor-white hands and black hands-<br>Came the dream, the strength, the will,<br>And the way to build America.<br>Now it is Me here, and You there.<br>Now it’s Manhattan, Chicago,<br>Seattle, New Orleans,<br>Boston and El Paso-<br>Now it’s the U.S.A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago, but not too long ago, a man said:<br>ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL--<br>ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR<br>WITH CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS--<br>AMONG THESE LIFE, LIBERTY<br>AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.<br>His name was Jefferson. There were slaves then,<br>But in their hearts the slaves believed him, too,<br>And silently too for granted<br>That what he said was also meant for them.<br>It was a long time ago,<br>But not so long ago at that, Lincoln said:<br>NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH<br>TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN<br>WITHOUT THAT OTHER’S CONSENT.<br>There were slaves then, too,<br>But in their hearts the slaves knew<br>What he said must be meant for every human being-<br>Else it had no meaning for anyone.<br>Then a man said:<br>BETTER TO DIE FREE<br>THAN TO LIVE SLAVES<br>He was a colored man who had been a slave<br>But had run away to freedom.<br>And the slaves knew<br>What Frederick Douglass said was true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With John Brown at Harper’s Ferry, Negroes died.<br>John Brown was hung.<br>Before the Civil War, days were dark,<br>And nobody knew for sure<br>When freedom would triumph<br>&quot;Or if it would,&quot; thought some.<br>But others new it had to triumph.<br>In those dark days of slavery,<br>Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,<br>The slaves made up a song:<br>Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!<br>That song meant just what it said: Hold On!<br>Freedom will come!<br>Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!<br>Out of war it came, bloody and terrible!<br>But it came!<br>Some there were, as always,<br>Who doubted that the war would end right,<br>That the slaves would be free,<br>Or that the union would stand,<br>But now we know how it all came out.<br>Out of the darkest days for people and a nation,<br>We know now how it came out.<br>There was light when the battle clouds rolled away.<br>There was a great wooded land,<br>And men united as a nation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America is a dream.<br>The poet says it was promises.<br>The people say it is promises-that will come true.<br>The people do not always say things out loud,<br>Nor write them down on paper.<br>The people often hold<br>Great thoughts in their deepest hearts<br>And sometimes only blunderingly express them,<br>Haltingly and stumblingly say them,<br>And faultily put them into practice.<br>The people do not always understand each other.<br>But there is, somewhere there,<br>Always the trying to understand,<br>And the trying to say,<br>&quot;You are a man. Together we are building our land.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America!<br>Land created in common,<br>Dream nourished in common,<br>Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on!<br>If the house is not yet finished,<br>Don’t be discouraged, builder!<br>If the fight is not yet won,<br>Don’t be weary, soldier!<br>The plan and the pattern is here,<br>Woven from the beginning<br>Into the warp and woof of America:<br>ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL.<br>NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH<br>TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN<br>WITHOUT HIS CONSENT.<br>BETTER DIE FREE,<br>THAN TO LIVE SLAVES.<br>Who said those things? Americans!<br>Who owns those words? America!<br>Who is America? You, me!<br>We are America!<br>To the enemy who would conquer us from without,<br>We say, NO!<br>To the enemy who would divide<br>And conquer us from within,<br>We say, NO!<br>FREEDOM!<br>BROTHERHOOD!<br>DEMOCRACY!<br> To all the enemies of these great words:<br>We say, NO!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago,<br>An enslaved people heading toward freedom<br>Made up a song:<br>Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!<br>The plow plowed a new furrow<br>Across the field of history.<br>Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.<br>From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.<br>That tree is for everybody,<br>For all America, for all the world.<br>May its branches spread and shelter grow<br>Until all races and all peoples know its shade.<br>KEEP YOUR HAND ON THE PLOW! HOLD ON!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Langston+Hughes">Langston Hughes</a><div class=q>
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