Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath - America will be!

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.