Woody Guthrie - This Land Is Your Land

The last verse of the song as it was written (but often left off these days):

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

This is not the Depression, but thinking of the resurgence of the one percent, is this land made for you and me?