In shadows deep, where dreams were frail,
The Great Depression cast its veil.
With empty pockets, hearts were torn,
A world in anguish, hope forlorn.

Bread lines stretched where hope had died,
In dust-filled streets, the people cried.
A silent hunger, gnawing pain,
The quest for solace was in vain.

The factories’ silence, a haunting sound,
As jobless souls wandered around.
The weight of sorrow, heavy and cold,
Stories of struggle, silently told.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
Resilience grew in the endless night.
From ashes of despair, they rose anew,
The human spirit, strong and true.