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Wild Ride

Cafe La Maze, National City

By sloanranger

I wasn’t yet born but certainly have read,

about all of the people who ended up dead.

Jumping from buildings, guns to head,

high rollers, of course had made their own bed.

Banks by the dozen beginning to close,

and the ones that stayed open began to foreclose.

Poverty it seems, does trickle down,

unlike the riches of so much renown.

Dust bowl migrations, a million Tom Joads,

led by starvation, took to the roads.

Pushed off their land, farms and homesteads,

families faced futures of uncertain dread.

Does no one remember those days gone by?

Perhaps it’s the history books that have lied.

But history’s the one thing you cannot belie

if you don’t want another wild, wild ride.


5 Responses to Wild Ride

  1. sloanranger January 11, 2017 at 3:30 PM #

    Thank you, for posting this Barbara. And to put it in your issue regarding so much information about the democratic : )

  2. glynhockey January 12, 2017 at 3:35 AM #

    It is quite amazing how history has a habit of repeating itself. We never seem to learn.

  3. Gail Runschke January 12, 2017 at 6:02 AM #

    An enjoyable read – a piece of history eloquently expressed.

  4. Jan January 12, 2017 at 10:50 AM #

    Amazing piece, Sloanie. Well done!

  5. sloanranger January 18, 2017 at 10:37 PM #

    @glynhockey- Ikr? Human beings seem to take a long time to learn some things. Thank you, Glyn.

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