A Dime

The depression Blues

Poem By : Shamira Boston

Wind blows sounding like whistles
You can’t even hear the drop of a nickle
Railroad, Railroad
Call my name
I won’t give in
That’d be insane

I don’t have the blues
I won’t have the blues
Family is the only thing I need
So hold them tight
Treat them right

Protests, Protests
Call my name
I will give in
That’d be great

Scream and shout
Hear my cry
We need a word
Until then, we’ll deny

Hoovervilles, hoovervilles
We need help
Until then we’ll march in step

Thank You, Thank You
No more blues
The depression is over
So, that’s the good news

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