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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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