The Fallen God Of 1929
Upon the highway I passed a trudging man: his face
Was pinched with hunger, his features were drawn
Grim and hard, and developing there the dawn
Of stern rebellion against his helpless fate.
His eyes were pits of sorrow. In them I saw
The picture of starving children and a wife--
A united and happy family until their life
Was swallowed in the misery of depression's maw.
Aaron and the Golden Calf in modem gown!
A duped follower steeped in Mammon's creed--
Civilization's overthrow in his soul to breed--
When what he worshipped broke and was cast down.
Thus a great economic system had gone to seed,
Producing hate, destruction, and cataclysmic deed.
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