Gonna sit down in the kitchen, And fix me something good to eat
And make my head a little high, And make this whole day complete
Cuz we gonna lay around the shanty, mama, And put a good buzz on
Jonathan Edwards
My parents grew up in the Great Depression like one of many of baby boomer generation,
They spoke about people killing themselves over the money they lost,
People jumping out of buildings,
people standing in line in front of many soup kitchen,
People that made houses out plywood, cardboard boxes,
We, as country, are exhibiting similar things.
Now they are mostly using a tent, we now have soup kitchens and food banks
It is pseudo-1930 all over again, it is Deja-vu now,
but it is now that was back then.
The New Deals are springing up all over the place.
My grandfather, (maternal side) ,
detested Roosevelt for the signing of the Yalta Agreement.
The Yalta Agreement was directly responsible for the “Iron Curtain”.
Now it makes wonder is history repeats itself,
Not for I to bequest,
New Deals which President Obama wants to enacted,
The overtures to Iran, Syria and Afghan Taliban,
--it some how is “Rooseveltesque”.
(3-9-09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem