Tired and Hungry and Poor

We all came here tired and hungry and poor

we spent lifetimes in the factories

but dreamed of so much more

now the only jobs are in Afghanistan

fighting in this endless war

and America is tired, and hungry, and poor


and the factories have been boarded up

or turned into brew-pubs and cafes

and the grandchildren take their anger out

on black people, Jews, and gays

and we want to build a wall now

like the one we bought in Palestine

keeping brown people on the other side

thinking then things will be fine


and tax-exempt Christian preachers

pretend that Jesus Christ would say

that these human beings are illegal,

so we must turn them away

though, if he were here today,

he’d be with that caravan

and he’d be breaking bread with farmers

on some mountain in Afghanistan

he’d be burying all of Yemen’s dead

killed by Saudi-dropped, US bombs

he certainly wouldn’t be in a church

just mindlessly singing psalms


he’d be with the people of Gaza

he’d be helping them to stand

he’d remind the US Border Patrol

that this is all stolen land

and that we all came here tired,

and hungry, and poor

and the rich have grown richer

putting locks on all our doors

exploiting us in factories

and sacrificing us in their wars


now there’s opiates instead of factories

and prisons instead of jobs

we all came here with nothing

but still we wound up robbed

they took a lifetime of our labor

they took our dreams, our blood, and sweat

and that I ever pledged allegiance

is my life’s biggest regret


because we’re covering the planet

with pipelines, plastic, and war

and no one’s going to save us now

there’s no use praying anymore

we’ve made the whole world tired,

and hungry, and poor

and you can keep on funding it,

but I won’t give them a penny more






About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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