Dream of Freedom

There is a dream in the land

With its back against the wall

By muddled names and strange

Sometimes the dream is called.

There are those who claim

This dream for theirs alone-—

A sin for which we know

They must atone.

Unless shared in common

Like sunlight and like air,

The dream will die for lack

Of substance anywhere.

The dream knows no frontier or tongue,

The dream, no class or race.

The dream cannot be kept secure

In any one locked place.

This dream today embattled,

With its back against the wall —

To save the dream for one

It must be saved for ALL —

Our dream of freedom!