What was this thing called the Great Depression,
Was it 'Black Tuesday' and the 'Market Crash',
Was it when the banks closed by recession,
Was it the dry wind storms coming to bash?
Was it the farmers unable to yield,
Their fields dried by the wind, no crops to tend,
No food for the children, no gifts to wield,
For a thousand one job, the days to mend.
Starkness left, was it the blank hungry stares,
Of those children dirty left to the streets,
Their baskets empty, no food and no wares,
Chased down by police out walking their beats.
To promised lands many peoples did go,
Then shantytowns built, people struggling so.
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About the Photo: Depression Era Childhood Faces (St. Louis, Missouri)
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