O, yes,I say it plain,America never was America to me,And yet I swear this oath—America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,We, the people, must redeemThe land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.The mountains and the endless plain—All, all the stretch of these great green states—And make America again!
this whole poem reminds me of the whole controversy of Donald Trumps slogan "make America great again."