Standing in long lines, little sis holding Mama’s hand
just to get a little bread from a desperate looking man.
No meat this week, no coffee, no eggs
I heard someone say we ain’t nothing but human dregs.
No work for Daddy, and he shakes his fist
Mama’s cooking soup again, and damn, she’s looking pissed.
I stood on the corner with a tin cup today,
no nickels, no pennies, no day’s pay.
Some men approach, wanting what I can’t give
Struggling to survive ain’t no way to live.
Fighting to eat, eating to fight
another days end begins another morning’s light.
What was it our President, FDR, said?