The following poem is written from the viewpoint of a bitter, pessimistic farmer. It will explore the evils of greed and what terrible things have come to the farmers as a result of it. It will explore the feelings of despair, sadness, and longing for a new type of world to live in that the farmer experiences. Some of the viewpoints in this poem are a reflection of John Steinbeck's own personal philosophies.
Once i was an independent man
who drank out of my own can
Appreciated life's simple pleasures
Never had to complain
My land was my treasure
But the dust came hard
This certainly werent my card
My corn weren't growin'
So I had to get on goin'
Got replaced by machines
So I had to make a scene
But these rich ol' bankers
Brought in their tankers
So i had to get on goin'
Already had no money
Had to sell the wedding ring
of me and my honey
Got enough to barely buy some string
She lost her ring
Her face was a fret
Never had I seen her so upset
So we had to get on goin'
Bought an ol' jalopy
To get us to Calefornea
Shoulda' known the salesman was so sloppy
The Ford Model Junk
was quite the clunk
Oh we had been cheated
Those damn capitalists
left my children unfeeded
Left us utterly heated
We didn't deserve this
They were just greedy
Never once thought about the needy
It ain't good for the nation's health
For dem bankers to have all the wealth
What about the rest of us?
This must be a futile fuss
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