1929
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1929
Depression.
"Way back then..."
A terrible time,
when good people
were tested.
Some did okay.
They lived through it.
They still raised their families.
Some did not do as well.
The other choice,
was to give up.
Today,
the world is remembering 1929.
They are considering all the "things"
their grandparents survived,
and wondering if they
will do the same?
Lack of faith in the government.
Lack of faith that "they"
have our best interests at heart
is the question.
They print more money,
on green paper,
and expect it not to change,
the value of the dollar,
everywhere...
from the piggybank, to the USBank,
more is paid for less each day.
Invaders are coming.
No one had to shoot anyone to cross the line.
They were invited by "them".
The agenda all about money, votes,
and slaves for tomorrow's machine,
they are building.
Good men sit watching,
not just from the sidelines...
but often from the sidekick position.
They don't seem to mind,
the pinches off of pieces
from the greater whole,
as long as it does not change their
comfortable lives.
The man on the corner is holding up a sign.
No one should pass him by without reading...
the message,
all of it at least twice.
This is not a repeat of the past,
it is the last...
of everything.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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