If I knew a better land on this glorious world of ours, <br />Where a man gets bigger money and is working shorter hours; <br />If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine. <br />I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine. <br />But I notice when an alien wants a land of hope and cheer <br />And a future for his children, he comes out and settles here. <br /> <br />Here's the glorious land of Freedom. <br />Here's the milk and honey goal <br />For the peasant out of Russia, for the long subjected Pole. <br />It is here the sons of Italy and men of Austria turn <br />For the comfort of their bodies and the wages they can earn. <br />And with all that men complain of, and with all that goes amiss, <br />There's no happier, better nation on the world's broad face than this. <br /> <br />So I'm thinking when I listen to the wails of discontent. <br />And some foreign disbeliever spreads his evil sentiment, <br />That the breed of hate and envy that is sowing sin and shame <br />In this glorious land of Freedom should go back from whence it came. <br />And I hold it is the duty, rich or poor, of every man. <br />Who enjoys this country's bounty to be ALL American.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-best-land/
