Modern Day Okies! Poem by Eric Cockrell

hard dust bowl depression days,
the banks came with tractors and guns
and papers to take away...

the old home places, the farms,
their way of life, their family way....
kicked them off like they were trash...

called them Okies...
white trash, despised by
all the 'good' people who still had....

drove them west, migrant camps or die...
faceless, homeless, expendable...
and now the tide has turned,

and more American people
kicked off, kicked out...
the bank comes 'round again....

taking no prisoners!
the weak and poorest will die....
the strong ones will fight!

call us what you want...
white, black, Hispanic, dont matter
what color or where from!

we're not your trash!
keep looking down from your towers,
one day they'll fall on you...

your banks will crash...
and they'll be no one there to help,
no one left to do your work!