Nathanael Smith

Nathanael Smith

Sanger, CA

For my brothers and sisters who crossed desert sands To live in orchards and fields and work with their hands Making fruitful and bountiful this fertile land Asking only to be left in peace For my sisters and brothers who live in fear That an INS agent may seize someone dear And arrest and deport them for being here I pray that the violence might cease. A long time ago in an evil hour Men hypnotized by the dream of power Aspired to build Babel’s Tower And slam shut the fortress door But as a man in his nature may wander the earth And may not justly be chained to the place of his birth I extend a hand of welcome for whatever it’s worth And wish you good luck on this shore. And I hope that you won’t be discouraged when You’re hunted and persecuted by wicked men, There’ve been sacrifices for freedom and will be again Lincoln and Dr. King died. And it sure was an honor to march with you May your aspirations and dreams come true And your hope and your courage this tired land renew For while you abide, this country will be The home of the brave and the land of the free. That’s the song I wrote, in hopes that it might serve as the “We Shall Overcome” of this generation. God speed to all those of you who are striving to bring justice to this land.

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