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Some Great Depression Poetry

August 21, 2009

My great-grandfather wrote this poem, which was published on October 11, 1934 in the Gary Post-Tribune in Gary, IN.

Politics

The politician’s day is here,
I think I’ll join the clan,
And here’s my platform that is sure
To please most any man.

I promise you I’ll legislate;
I’ll work with all my might
That spooners in my district will
Have moonlight every night.

And winter coal bills are a drag
Upon my people dear,
And so I’ll legislate to have
The summer all the year.

And apple trees and succotash,
And pork-chop vines and lard;
We’ll get free seeds from Washington
To plant in every yard.

These unemployment days are done;
We’ll lick this thing by gosh,
And all be making money if
We do each other’s wash.

Of course you think this silly stuff;
But just the same, my dears,
It’s like the promises we’ve had
For years and years and years.

— Sic Vita

Not much has changed since then…..but I guess that’s the whole point of the poem anyway.

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One comment

  1. Way to keep those words alive.

    Poetry can be about the times…and the timeless.



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