Category Archives: human rights

We Can’t Forget

We are believers we’ve placed full faith in a magic that uses words to transform chaos into the norm human beings into disposable things buildings into rubble life into death (by drone) bodies into ash (and bone) cultures into terror … Continue reading

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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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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

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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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Blind Eyes

Blind eyes of storms  we’ve created  have erased immeasurable  beauty

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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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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

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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

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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

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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

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