I would an eye in a Bengal light

This Land Is Your Land, Woodie Guthrie, 1940
( The verses we know and sing )
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "Private Property."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

According to Wiki (always the absolute best source for anything, of course), the Guthrie wrote this song as an answer to "God Bless America" by Irving Berlin. This was the anthem for the dust bowl days, the depression era soup lines, the Okies who left their homes and their families to try to find a better life in California. My grandmother who refused to leave Olkahoma, even when my grandfather's family headed west.

This land is not for the corporations and the wealthy and the educated. This land is for everyone...

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."

Everyone.