Red, White & Blues

Memorial Day…these colors dont run
the world

soitgoes1984

Kids play

cowboys and Indians

grow into men and women play

Muslims and Christians

hooked on Red Man

chewing tobacco

and American Spirit

cigarettes

and t-shirt tans

fade to skin cancer

for white farmers

fresh out of the army

no sun

screen

calls from Bollywood

Indians

peace pipe smoking

dancing on fire

water

drown

old blues musicians

run aground fleeing

Big Easy

sleezy politicians

can’t feel the music

never had the

blues

haven’t got a

clue

about

right and wrong

write

and

long after we’re gone

they’ll sing the same old

songs

from Mississippi

to Chicago

all the way down to New Orleans

still they sing

sea to shining

see massive inequality

singing the blues

in Ferguson, Missouri

in Oakland,

in Baltimore,

and in NYC

and in America today

Uncle Sam’s hands

still drip

red

blood

and you can only breathe

if you’re

white

and countless

black

people

still have…

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Racket: Ode to Smedley Butler

Melt these medals down

make a chalice

drown sorrows

wasting borrowed

time

throw in towels

finish lines

salt and lime

bury hatchets

end this racket

can’t handle

shit on shingles

ready to swing low

band of angels

went home

so no one left

to carry me

after strike three

and freedom ain’t free

is what the tell me

can’t see

humanity suffering

through rising stocks

blinding me

to reality

sea to shining

medals

and colorful ribbons

and rose pedals

and sins are forgiven

in long lines

pills piled high

and what color is the sky?

Well, today

God made it grey

but now I’m feeling blue

watching green grass

growing too fast

douse myself in gas

light a match

unearth the hatchet

chop down the hanging tree

set all political

prisoners free

we’re on to you

there’s nothing to fear

so set down your beer

clear your mind

and you will find

time after time

line after line

mine after mine

stepped on

by limbless children

and bomb after bomb

dropped on villages

without precision

and birth control glasses

which help with our vision

and boots

and socks

and uniform shirts

and pants

and clocks

and chow hall deserts

like Ben & Jerry’s ice cream

and pumpkin pie on thanksgiving

and fuel in the MRAPs

and humvees

and connexes shipped overseas

and for morale,

video games and flat-screen tv’s

and port-a-shitters cleaned

by highly paid folks

and all-you-can-drink

near-beer and Coke

and Pizza Hut

and Cinnabon

and Subway

and Green Beans coffee

and even a brand new Harley

you can pre-pay

for

although you’re at war

and it will all ensure

that Jane and Joe

come home broke

and this is certainly

not a joke

and I haven’t even mentioned

M-4’s and drones

and mercenaries

and, of  course

contracts to rebuild

what we paid to destroy

trillions of dollars

for neo-con joy

and NASCAR sponsorships

and paid patriotism in the NBA,

NHL,

MLB

& the NFL

and while many

will tell you

that war is hell

I assure you

that it is

also a racket

which benefits those

in a different tax bracket

than 99% of us

that 1%

has long made a killing

and fortune

from the hard-earned tax dollars

that Uncle Sam gets from us

“War Is A Racket”

two-time

Congressional

Medal of Honor recipiant

Smedley Darlington Butler

said in 1933

and I can’t even imagine

what Smedley would say

if he could see killing

they are making today

off of everything

from boot camp boots

to the rifles we shoot

to the flags

and the coffins

that bring home the dead,

how is it

that in over 80 years

we have never listened

to a word he said

and how have we

never heard of

the “bonus army”

of veterans he led,

forget TED talks

look up his life story

and learn about a

REAL AMERICAN PATRIOT

who walked the walk

not another one

of those

Goddamned chicken-hawks

who only talk

by lying through their teeth

with fight songs sang

by Toby Keith

place a wreath

upon my door

I can’t take this racket

anymore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Memories

so, it’s Memorial Day

sales

again

and I remember

when Cub Scout packs

would take up the back

of the parade

and families would struggle

to find shade

along Main Street

in late May

with temperatures rising

we shuffled our feet

to the beat

of drums

back when

Vietnam Vets

were still

considered bums

by the Veterans

of the second great war

and, oh say

I can see more

Cub Scouts

getting ready to be

all that they can

be

and I can clearly

see

children being recruited

young minds being polluted

memorize these lines

pledge your allegiance

and fall in line

and left

right

left

and it’s time

to fight

now set your sights

on brown skin

and although it’s killing

its not a sin

and I command you

ten more push-ups

and hurry the hell up

and wait

and this is your fate

a decade down

the line

salt

and lime

drink these memories

far

far away

far away

far away

its Memorial Day

and if you fail

to come home a hero

in a flag draped casket

there will be mattress sales

and a shopping basket

at the grocery store

you can fill with

more

more

more

beer

and wine

and liquor

to wash away

the war

to wash away

the pain

to wash away

the years

shift through

the gears

back to first grade

back when you first made

up your mind

that we were

the good guys

you could see it

in the weary eyes

of the soldiers

getting off the plane

at Westover

after Amy

and Sarah

invited you to join them

and their parents

in their minivan

for a drive to Chicopee

to see

the returning men

and women

standing tall

and looking good…

and I understood

what I had to do

as I stood there

in my Cub Scout hat

and K-Mart shoes

and waved

a miniature American flag

looking back now,

I take a drag

and remember

a decade later

when we were given

miniature American flag

stickers to stick

on the front

of our football helmets

during the first week

of our senior year

and we did so proudly

but full of fear

in the days following

9/11/2001

and fifteen years later

we still haven’t won

whatever we were

supposed to win

and if I were still

Catholic

I would call it a

sin

what we did

in the years

that followed

following all that

nightly news

fear

we swallowed

like bitter pills

from the VA

and now

once again

it’s Memorial Day

but it’s not a day

to remember…

its become a day

to celebrate

capitalism

and ignore the embers

still smoldering

from the people

and cultures

we’re burning

to the ground

lost

never to be

found

and, while a few

of us

are yearning

for an end

to this

endless madness

while struggling through

this endless sadness

too many

keep turning

blind eyes

every day

as the hawk flies

and Lady Liberty

cries

not knowing

what to say

 

 

So, after you drive

your brand new car

home from the mattress store

try to remember

we’re still at war…

and as you wash down

your burgers

with too many beers

dont be afraid

to shed a few tears

for the nearly two dozen veterans

who will kill themselves today

as they do daily

and if I become a number

like them

dont blame me

it was my Uncle Sam

who failed me

as he failed

every last one

of his nieces

and nephews

abusing his power

abusing us all

please teach your children

the truth

so they refuse to fall

in line

and make the same mistake

that so many of us did

when we were just

good-hearted,

well-intentioned,

God-fearing,

patriotic,

naive,

brainwashed

American kids

 

 

 

 

 

worry

they’re making me worry

dropping bombs

like Steph Curry

draining three’s

I’m hiding in my tree

stand and salute

no more

and I won’t shoot

I won’t help them

recruit

more terror

I’m not scared of 

the consequence

I’m standing here

on the right side

of the fence

on the right side

of history

it’s a mystery

to me

how we can’t see

that they don’t represent

‘we’

that they’ve fallen for

Babylon’s whore

and they want

more

more

more

blood and treasure

is how they measure

their worth

while destroying

planet earth

always

more

more

more

but no

I won’t fund

their wars

to settle

artificial scores

hiding blood money

behind doors

of glass houses

telling their spouses

and their kids

it doesnt matter

what they did

because they are

the good guys

so it should come

as no surprise

that these lies continue

administration

after administration

and generation

after generation

and the poor

need not bombs

but liberation

from the status quo

they need Uncle Sam

to go

home

He’s acting

like a drunk frat boy

trying to recreate

Rome

but these are

our sisters

and brothers

not toys

and I’ve got

this burning desire

within me

not to destroy

but to respond

with nothing but

aloha

and peace

and love

lets rise above

this insanity

and drop all the hatered

emancipating ourselves

from mental slavery

allowing our minds

to finally be free

like Marley said

allowing the next

generation

to see

that theres no time

to waste

we must act

with great haste

we’ll all be dead

in a minute

but we can still

win it

at the buzzer,

and we have to…

because

in life

there is

no overtime

and it’s sad

that I have to

place sports refrences

in these lines

because I’m

worried

that if I don’t

no one

will read it

 

Thank You

thank you for your service

now prepare for hero worship

and ten precent off

at Home Depot

and Lowes

and a free meal

every November 11th

at Applebee’s

and a long line

ending

in pills piled high

mountains of pills

until you die

or until you realize

that it’s best

not to question

the government

Perpetual

sea to shining

see stars

crash cars

tattoo over scars

colonize Mars

shut down bars

get home after

the rooster crows

drain a cup of Joe

sun rising

later and later

tis the season

after season

we’ll make up reasons

to colonize new planets

after killing our own

tap cell phones

live in fear

of boogeyman and scarecrows

as politicians and newsmen

pretend that only they know

whats on the other side

of a rainbow

and which way

the wind will blow

and into whose pockets

our tax dollars must go

but they’ll say it’s necessary

say that they’ve seen the enemy

and they’re scary

say we need to build more

and more

and more

bombs

and guns

and weapons galore

say we must prepare

for what’s in store

put bigger locks

on every door

and resign ourselves

to perpetual war

 

 

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone. -Kurt Vonnegut

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