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Category Archives: Jesus
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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Only Words
Are they only words just letters pieced together tell me, what’s stronger what’s more powerful than words than these sounds we make to justify taking lives if I create God, tell me, of what use is it without words that … Continue reading
Tired and Hungry and Poor
We all came here tired and hungry and poor we spent lifetimes in the factories but dreamed of so much more now the only jobs are in Afghanistan fighting in this endless war and America is tired, and hungry, and poor … Continue reading
It’s Mother’s Day in America
Weep not for the mothers laying dead in bombed out villages or their sisters and brothers shot in the back as they waved their flags of black, red, green & white weep instead for the children they leave behind, far … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Bethlehem, collateral damage, death, doves, farming, Gaza, human rights, humanity, Israel, Jericho, Jerusalem, Jesus, life, love, Mother's Day, Nakba, Olive trees, palestine, Palestinians, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, propaganda, refugees, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, death, farming, Gaza, iraq, Israel, Mother's Day, Nakba, olive trees, olives, palestine, poem, poetry, taxes, violence, war, West Bank
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Remembering Dr. King 50 Years Later
“A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death” On April 4th, 1967, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. publicly spoke out against the war in … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, history, human rights, Iraq, IRS, Jesus, slavery, Standing Rock, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, Beyond Vietnam, Black Lives Matter, iraq, MLK, racism, Standing Rock, Syria, taxes, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
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Guns Aren’t The Problem…
I grew up in a family of hunters. My grandfather killed an incredible number of deer during his lifetime, and he never needed more than a shot gun. He often used a bow. If I ever hunt again, it will … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, collateral damage, education, empathy, empire, fear, guns, Iraq, Jesus, life, MLK, racism, recruiting, revenge, russia, school shootings, slavery, Syria, terrorism, Trump, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, death, fear, florida, guns, hate, health care, hunting, Jesus, life, love, MLK, NRA, revenge, school shootings, taxes, Trump, violence, war
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From Jerusalem To Jericho
Luke 10:25-37 Are we the priest, passing by on the other side of the road or are we the Levite, passing by on the other side of the road or are we the Samaritan, stopping to help and heal do … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, apathy, bible, god, Iraq, Jericho, Jerusalem, Jesus, Luke 10:25-37, palestine, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, America, death, god, ignorance, iraq, Jericho, Jerusalem, Jesus, life, love, neighbors, palestine, Peace, poem, poetry, refugees, religion, taxes, violence, war, war tax resistance
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Mother Earth
There might or might not be a “God” there might or might not be an afterlife there might or might not be ‘good’ and ‘evil’ there might or might not be a reason that we’re here there might or might … Continue reading
Posted in blood, capitalism, climate change, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, DAPL, death, democracy, earth, empathy, empire, environment, flowers, god, government, greed, hate, history, hope, human rights, humanity, Jesus, love, money, nature, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, revolution, taxes, trees, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, water, Yemen
Tagged blood, DAPL, death, flowers, freedom, god, greed, inequality, life, money, oil, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, religion, revolution, trees, truth, violence, war, wealth
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In the unlikely event
in the unlikely event of my death in a terror attack you do not have permission to use my name or likeness in any way, shape, or form. I don’t want my mothers tears to be joined by rivers that … Continue reading
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