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Category Archives: america
Medicine Not Bombs
They say we are at war but if this were a war we have left our soldiers without bullets and combat boots if this were a war we have left our airmen without bombs and jet fuel if this were … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, covid19, human rights, humanity, Iraq, life, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, Bush, capitalism, covid19, death, disaster capitalism, farmers for peace, greed, health care, life, medicine, medicine not bombs, Obama, Peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, science, Trump, Veterans for Peace, Wall Street, war, war is a racket, war tax resistance, writing
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Connected
I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, Iraq, life, occupation, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, religion, revenge, taxes, terrorism, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged 9/ll, Afghanistan, apathy, connection, death, hatred, human rights, humanity, ignorance, iraq, life, New York, Peace, poem, Poetry, religion, revenge, so it goes, time, war
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Manifesto, A Poem
Some people believe so strongly in the ideologies they were either raised with, or found in some other way but they believe so strongly that they’re willing to lay down their life for their ideology even if they can start to … Continue reading
Posted in america, I Can't Breathe, ICE, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, Trump, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing
Tagged America, poem, Poetry, Trump, war, white supremacy
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Bulletproof Backpacks
Bulletproof backpacks on sale now at Office Max because your taxes do absolutely nothing to keep your kids safe. Buy one and if someone brings a gun to your kids high school at least they’ll look cool as they’re laying … Continue reading
Posted in america, capitalism, collateral damage, death, guns, haiku, mass shootings, NRA, poem, Poetry, tanka, trauma, Uncategorized, violence
Tagged America, backpacks, capitalism, gun violence, guns, haiku, mass shootings, NRA, poem, Poetry, school shootings, tanka, violence
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The Ignorant American: Professional Courtesy to the GEO Group
(Music by Toby Keith) American girls and American guys will always look the other way when black and brown folks die or when they see a baby crying in the hands of the feds left to sleep on the cold … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, death, democracy, ICE, ignorance, Iraq, music, poem, Poetry, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, white privilege
Tagged capitalism, country music, GEO group, ICE, immigration, lyrics, music, poem, Poetry, refugees, refugees welcome, Song, Wall Street
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Roll Tide
Alabama has never been sweet home and there’s Ivey poisoning the shreds of humanity that somehow survive down there where their version of Jesus murders prisoners, and condemns women, keeps kids illiterate and burns crosses when the Tide win … Continue reading
Posted in america, capitalism, Football, god, government, haiku, human rights, humanity, Jesus, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, womens rights
Tagged Alabama, church and state, crimson tide, death penalty, football, governor Kay Ivey, haiku, Jesus, murder, oppression, poem, Poetry, reproductive rights, roe v wade, slavery, sweet home Alabama, tanka
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Before Returning To Alabama
My mother taught me not to enable violent oppressors, didn’t yours? Your taxes pay for endless wars endless violence come to your senses break the silence you build the private prisons and load the policeman’s gun God will not forgive … Continue reading
Posted in Alabama, america, haiku, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized
Tagged aclu, Alabama, haiku, health care, human rights, planned parenthood, poem, Poetry, Religious extremism, roe v wade, tanka, womens rights
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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King
(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, dreams, empathy, human rights, humanity, MLK, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, racism, refugees, taxes, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, Beyond Vietnam, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, Dr. King, fear, hatred, human rights, iraq, MLK, Peace, poverty, racism, silence is betrayal, Vietnam, violence, war
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Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)
Before the vultures dine on another ancient civilization and cities become rubble lets break bread instead of bones lets cleanse our palate and feast on the food of kings and queens, lets walk through smoke screens, and sit on … Continue reading
Posted in america, Chaharshanbe Suri, fear, fire, Hafez, haiku, humanity, ignorance, Iran, life, love, mysticism, Parts Unknown, peace, Persian food, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Rumi, sufism, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, Bahar, Chaharshanbe Suri, chemical weapons, civilization, culture, food, Hafez, haiku, Iran, Iran Iraq War, life, love, Media, mystics, New Year, news, Nowruz, Parts Unknown, Persia, Persian food, Persian rugs, poem, Poetry, Propaganda, Rumi, Spring, springtime, sufism, tanka, tea, Travel, truth, war, war tax resistance
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Jump Ship/I Sailed With Columbus
“I Sailed With Columbus” When I was eight years old, in 1992 I first learned about Christopher Columbus and I sang along with my class “In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and we drew pictures of him … Continue reading
Posted in america, haiku, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, solidarity, tanka, taxes, terrorism, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Columbus, haiku, iraq, poem, Poetry, tanka, taxes, war, war tax resistance
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