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Category Archives: murder
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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Elegy For Fluffy
Stop this senseless violence strong against weak rich against poor this dog-eat-chicken world I can’t take any more a lot of good chickens have been eaten for fun but the dogs just keep smiling knowing not what they’ve done tried … Continue reading
Posted in animals, birds, chickens, collateral damage, dogs, empathy, family, farm, farming, humanity, life, murder, pets, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, violence, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged animals, chickens, death, dogs, farm, farming, life, pets, poem, poetry, taxes, trees, violence, war tax resistance
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March For Women
The President isn’t the disease he is but a symptom. The disease is not new, it is not worse now than it was a couple of years ago or a couple of decades ago or a couple of centuries ago. … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, drones, empathy, fear, government, hatred, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, Iran, Iraq, IRS, Israel, Kaepernick, money, murder, palestine, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, racism, refugees, sexism, slavery, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, women's march, womens rights, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, capitalism, Genocide, greed, howard zinn, human rights, iraq, palestine, poem, poetry, poverty, slavery, sports, taxes, Trump, war, war tax resistance, women, women's march, womens rights
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Noise
above the rustling of the leaves and the clucking of the chickens and the singing of the birds and the crashing of the waves and the barking of the dogs and the meowing of the cats and the neighing of … Continue reading
Posted in america, collateral damage, empathy, farming, farms, goats, government, history, human rights, humanity, Iraq, murder, poem, Poetry, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged birds, cats, chickens, death, dogs, farming, goats, hawaii, helicopters, horses, life, military, nature, poem, poetry, Sheep, taxes, violence, war, war tax resistance
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The Eyes Have It
The eyes of the prophets are crossed and the line is dotted signs are spotted in the crowd remove the shroud it’s too loud to think swim, don’t sink but crossed eyes blink Morse code teaching us to curse the winding … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, dancing, death, depression, drugs, earth, empathy, empire, eyes, god, government, greed, human rights, humanity, Iraq, Kaepernick, life, love, murder, music, night, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, racism, religion, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, America, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, dancing, drugs, earth, empire, eyes, football, god, government, greed, human rights, humanity, Kaepernick, life, mother earth, music, nature, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, religion, Rome, seasons, taxes, truth, violence, war, writing
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Gold
We cannot leave we cannot go back we have nowhere to go back to we’re stuck here on stolen land our native tongues cut off, cry out for home cry out for culture cry out for ancestors in languages long forgotten, … Continue reading
Posted in america, collateral damage, empire, history, murder, Native Americans, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged America, empire, Genocide, history, indigenous, poem, poetry
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100 Proof
bottles fired break bones more than bullets or bombs ever do then replace bottles with bibles and believe we want whats best for you test for you pass or fail pail full of ashes and nails no … Continue reading
Posted in collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, empire, greed, hatred, history, human rights, murder, poem, Poetry, Standing Rock, Uncategorized, violence, war
Tagged National Day of Mourning, poem, poetry, Standing Rock
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Amidst the Rubble: Ode to Mosul
What is a human life worth? Some would say ‘priceless’ and others might agree but there are dollar signs and balance sheets in mind all the time no matter what they tell your family. One death is terrible two are … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, collateral damage, death, empire, freedom, Iraq, Liberation, Mosul, murder, poem, Poetry, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged death, iraq, Liberation, Mosul, murder, poem, poetry, war
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Break The Silence
My hands are red from blood thats shed my tongue was bitten another is dead Betrayed with silence for too many years time now to break from all the fear Slavery ended so too Jim Crow but we … Continue reading
Posted in america, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, death, dreams, Eric Garner, fear, freedom, humanity, ignorance, justice, Liberty, life, MLK, murder, Occupy, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, racism, slavery, solidarity, truth, Uncategorized, white privilege, writing
Tagged America, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, bread and circuses, death, dreams, empire, humanity, ignorance, Jim Crow, justice, liberty, love, poem, poetry, police, poverty, prison, Propaganda, racism, slavery, solidarity, truth, white privilege, writing
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Salty Tears
1/17/2015 I have yet to find a bridge and I’ve struggled to pick a poison I’ve only been able to pull the trigger on one-way tickets to the middle of the Pacific where the suicidal thoughts wash away with each … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, anxiety, apartheid, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, I Can't Breathe, ignorance, Iraq, murder, One Love, palestine, peace, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, suicide, veterans for peace, war, whiskey, working class
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, Apartheid, collateral damage, death, democracy, depleted uranium, depression, dreams, empire, humanity, iraq, justice, life, love, one love, palestine, Peace, people, poem, poetry, solidarity, stars, suicide, tears, truth, Veterans for Peace, war
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