I Was Reading Langston Hughes The Other Day

To this land our ancestors came
seeking
a new life?
freedom?
did they hope and plan dream and work
through the long voyage across the sea
did they picture streets paved with gold
a future without oppression
what cargo did we stow in those ships hull
greed, strife, class war
did it make the voyage with us?
all the strife and hardship endured
so, you and me
their children's children's children
can have a voice
we came, the tired the poor the huddle masses
and has America fulfilled the promise made so long ago
or have we become the more tired the poorer the growing masses
huddled masses in soup lines waiting
waiting for "10 years and the end of homelessness"
I search for the lost dream
but I only find those living paycheck to paycheck
and the masses huddled in doorways
the mounting debt, the drug addicts
how much longer must we wait?
we've lost faith in America
renew the dream!
close the gap between the haves and have nots!
take back our hope our ancestors brought
let cleansing rivers flow through the land
and let the disease be washed away, the second class citizenship
we will find the dreams and equality together