American Grace


Remember those who grew this food

Who picked and packed

Who shipped and sold.

Bronze rainbow arms

Have set this food upon our table.


Remember those who built this house

Assembled, weaved, created

Light and warmth and health.


Remember those who fought and died

To break the king’s command, the slaver’s yoke

And slay the Nazi beast.


Remember those who walked in darkness

Eyes on the gourd and the Trail of Tears,

Marching in Selma, martyred in Memphis


They can’t kill the dream, Jesús y Maria,

Che on his cross in the Andean highlands

Shot in the stadium, pushed from the airplane

Martyrs for freedom

And America.


Never forget

Our ancient foe

His craft and power,

His cruel hate

His endless thirst

Through blood and oil

For profit, profit

Uber alles.


Remember those whose songs of love

Restore us still

Pablo, Diego, Woody and Giant Paul

Mus’ keep on fightin’, Comrades all


Remember those who grew this food

Who mined and forged

Who sang and loved

Who fought and died

Who made all wealth

All honor and glory,

All power and peace

Be unto you

Be unto you.

Photo: El Vendador de Alcatraces by Diego Rivera (kamikazecactus/CC)

This poem/prayer was originally published in People's Weekly World in March 2006.