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Category Archives: american dream
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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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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HAZMAT
Photo credit: DRYLANDProductions We call ourselves civilized buying what we’re told we need throwing it ‘away’ with ease look what we’ve become, the sum of our life’s work is garbage we surf man-made waves and our bellies are filled with … Continue reading
Posted in #TrashBucketChallenge, #Trashtagchallenge, american dream, capitalism, earth, haiku, hawaii, humanity, life, oceans, poem, Poetry, sustainability, tanka, trash bucket challenge, trash tag challenge, Uncategorized, water, writing
Tagged american dream, capitalism, civilization, consumerism, earth, environment, garbage, haiku, hazmat, life, oceans, plastic, poem, Poetry, sustainability, tanka, trash
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It’s a Privilege
Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, death, family, government, grandfather, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poverty, racism, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, Bob Marley, death, drugs, hatred, life, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, tax resistance, war, white privilege, working class
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Our God
Why do we wonder how it is things got this bad when they have long been from the moment we transformed ourselves into I and auctioned off men and began hoarding wheat and grain, butter and bread just … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, haiku, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged America, american dream, haiku, poem, poetry
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Chiseled In Stone
History’s rhymes might seem coincidental but they’re chiseled in stone they are fundamental war feeds the market and keeps it alive war is the reason this system survives they’re still taking our bread to build death machines and … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, capitalism, collateral damage, drones, history, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, empire, history, poem, poetry, prison, taxes, Wall Street, war, war tax resistance
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Hurricane Street
This is the storm of the century it’s time to batten down the hatches and tie down the tents close all the windows, shutters, and vents make one last trip to town to stock up on supplies buy cases of … Continue reading
Posted in Aloha ʻĀina, american dream, capitalism, climate change, farming, hawaii, hurricane, poem, Poetry, rain, sustainability, Uncategorized, water, writing
Tagged Aloha ʻĀina, capitalism, climate change, consumerism, disaster capitalism, environment, excess, farming, greed, hawaii, hurricane, Hurricane Lane, Naomi Klein, plastic, poem, poetry, pollution, sustainability, waste
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Skipping Stones
I last time I had skipped a stone across the water I was seventeen it was the waning weeks before my senior year of high school on a hot summer evening after a hard days work on the farm still … Continue reading
As The Rich Cast Lots For Our Souls
A lot of Americans are unhappy and unhealthy simply because there is no profit in happiness or in health a few people accumulate massive wealth from just the opposite nor does sobriety fit into the profit motive there is only … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, america, american dream, anxiety, depression, poem, Poetry, poverty, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged addiction, american dream, anxiety, capitalism, depression, drugs, greed, healing, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, war
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