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Category Archives: Iraq
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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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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Dead Doves
It’s March Nineteenth, two- thousand and nineteen, it’s sweet sixteen for one of the wars that we’ve lost count of all that remains are dead doves and the graves are all overflowing, and we think we’re better off not … Continue reading
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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Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub
Blind assassins can’t erase your words, written in ink, can’t erase your message. Thirteen bullets and they think they have silenced you but ink outlives blood, and paper weighs more than rock, and scissors, they can cut off your … Continue reading
Posted in Arabic Poetry, haiku, Iran, Iraq, murder, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, war
Tagged Alaa Mashzoub, Arabic literature, Arabic Poetry, assassination, Baghdad, death, haiku, iraq, life, Peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, war, writing
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The Lone Dove
When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.
A War Criminal Is Dead
One score and eight years after the first bombs dropped Iraq is still breathing and a war criminal is dead. Other’s will die and mothers will cry but there is more space now for doves to fly and they will … Continue reading
Posted in Iraq, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged empire, George H.W. Bush, iraq, poem, Poetry, war
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The Poppies Are Everywhere
Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, apathy, Armistice Day, death, god, government, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, opium, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poppies, reflection, religion, remembrance day, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, world war one, world war two, writing, WW1, yellow ribbons
Tagged 100 years, addiction, Afghanistan, America, apathy, Armistice Day, death, dope, drones, drugs, Flanders field, god, heroin, iraq, jingoism, militarism, military, nationalism, opium, Oxycontin, pain, Pakistan, poem, poetry, poppies, Propaganda, religion, remembrance day, Somalia, Syria, taxes, terrorism, trauma, Uganda, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, World War One, World War Two, writing, Yemen
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