We all know Woody Guthrie's song, "This Land is Your Land."
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
No, we only think we do.
In reviewing some materials for a Studs Terkel memorial, I was reminded of the second-to-last stanza, from the original.
And that sign said—no tress passin'
But on the other side … it didn't say nothin'
Now that side was made for you and me!
And then the last stanza, which I never knew about:
Near the relief office—I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
Maybe it's time to bring those last stanzas back, whaddyathink?