It’s a dark day in anyone’s life when they find out they’ve been lied to. That famous stories or famous people turn out to be nothing more than smoke and mirrors. For years we have been taught a song. For years it has been embedded in our head and hummed subconsciously while we walk to class or when we’re about to fall asleep. This song has told us that everything will be okay. That we all share everything and that, in the end, no one has absolutely nothing. “This land is my land, this land is your land,” what complete and utter BS. We have been listening to this song since kindergarten, all the way through middle school and even in parts of high school. We’ve been told that we can do or be anything we want to be, that all the land we see is in some way ours. But then it becomes, “You can do anything you want to do and be anything you want to be… within reason.” And that is what the last verse of “This Land Is Your Land” points out to the world. The last verse of “This Land Is Your Land” that no one actually ever knows, or is ever shown, or ever sings in the shower. The last verse of “This Land Is Your Land, ” that no one ever seems to hear. That one verse that states:

“In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
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 this land really isn’t meant for you and me. Maybe it was all just meant for you.