And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free
The things that were promised by our founding fathers have not been given to us. America is supposed to be the land of opportunity, but has failed miserably. The dreams that people have when they come here do not always come true. 

Let America Be America Again