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Category Archives: human rights
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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I Drove A Car Last Night
*WARNING*GRAPHIC CONTENT* (This poem is about cruelty to animals. This is sadly a true story. The police are not providing animal control services, though they get county funding to do so. There is a small understaffed & underfunded nonprofit clinic … Continue reading
Posted in abuse, animal abuse, animals, aspca, death, dogs, Germany, god, guns, hate, hatred, human rights, humane society, humanity, life, loss, love, Nonviolence, oil, peace, people, pets, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, ptsd, sustainability, taxes, trauma, trees, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged anger, animal cruelty, animal rights, animals, aspca, dogs, drugs, euthanasia, hawaii, human rights, humane society, humanity, inhumanity, Nonviolence, pets are family, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, ptsd, rage, rescue animals, trauma, violence, war
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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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Blind Eyes
Blind eyes of storms we’ve created have erased immeasurable beauty
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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Farmers for Peace
When we’re growing food we’re liberating ourselves from want, from need, from greed, from seeds of fear and we’re setting the dove free to soar with olive branches away from perpetual war, away from hate away from the fate scripted … Continue reading
Posted in doves, farm, farmers, farming, farms, haiku, human rights, humanity, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, capitalism, doves, farm, farmers for peace, farming, fear, food sovereignty, greed, haiku, hate, iraq, love, Peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, sharing, sustainability, tanka, technology, war
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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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Standing By The Ruins
Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading
Posted in Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, empathy, Full moon, healing, history, human rights, Iraq, life, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Arabic literature, Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, Damascus, death, destiny, fate, iraq, Islamic poetry, life, love, Peace, poem, poetry, poetry for peace, pre-Islamic poetry, tanka, tea, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, war, writing
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Reasonable Doubt
Here in the land of the free we incentivize and wonder why so many police officers patrol our streets always ready to meet and greet an enemy, leaving behind Baghdad for Baltimore but they were well trained for ‘war’ and … Continue reading
Posted in Black Lives Matter, human rights, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged human rights, poem, poetry
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