taz.de-Leserkommentar der Woche

This land is your land and this land is my land

„When the sun come shining, then I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

The voice come a-chanting and the fog was lifting

This land was made for you and me“

WOODY GUTHRIES ANTWORT AUF DEN SONG „GOD BLESS AMERICA“, NEW YORK 1940