Precognitive Poem for 1949: ‘Ode to the Welfare State’

This poem was penned in 1949. Its author is unknown, but how eerie are the similarities. The date may have changed, but the message unfortunately still rings true for many Americans who voted Democrat in November with the same thoughts in mind!

The poem conveys a clear message regarding the actual, undeclared intentions of the Democratic Party. It does not bode well for this nation that the undeclared Democratic Party intentions are still falling on deaf ears after more than 60 years!

Published by the Daily News, Friday, November 4, 1949 – Borough of Manhattan, N.Y. 17, N.Y.


Democratic Dialog

Father, must I go to work?
No, my lucky son.
We’re living now on Easy Street
On dough from Washington.

We’re left it up to Uncle Sam,
So don’t get exercised.
Nobody has to give a damn–
We’ve all been subsidized.

But if Sam treats us all so well
And feeds us milk and honey,
Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
He’s going to use for money.

Don’t worry, bub, there’s not a hitch
In this here noble plan–
He simply soaks the filthy rich
And helps the common man.

But, father, won’t there come a time
when they run out of cash
And we have left them not a dime
When things will go to smash?

My faith in you is shrinking, son,
You nosy little brat;
You do too damn much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.