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Category Archives: Native Americans
As The Tryptophan Sedates
Turkey is bitter that’s why there’s cranberry sauce heaps and heaps of it to sweeten the taste and make history palatable so we’ll be happy as the tryptophan sedates the whole family and we cheer as a pop star … Continue reading
Posted in america, family, haiku, history, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, poem, Poetry, racism, tanka, thanksgiving, turkey, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged chow halls, family, haiku, history, iraq, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, pilgrims, Plymouth, poem, Poetry, racism, reality, tanka, thanksgiving, tradition, turkey, war
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For Tradition’s Sake
From Plymouth Rock to Standing Rock, the west has rolled from sea to sea, with cultures in our wake yet we take pride in the meals we make for traditions sake on the fourth Thursday every November. As … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, idle no more, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, thanksgiving, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged America, folklore, haiku, history, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, Plymouth, reality, Standing Rock, tanka, thanksgiving, tradition, Water is Life
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We’re The Elves
Blaming the president and not ourselves is like blaming santa and not his elves We’re all to blame They keep controlling us with fear so we pay our taxes year after year We’re all to blame … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, death, democracy, drones, empire, ethnic cleansing, fear, freedom, Gaza, greed, guilt, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, Iran, Iraq, justice, Kaepernick, Liberty, life, media, MLK, Native Americans, oil, poem, Poetry, racism, refugees, Saudi Arabia, singing, slavery, song, Standing Rock, Syria, taxes, Ter Gas, terrorism, Trump, Uncategorized, veterans, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, Bush, greed, humanity, iraq, music, news, Obama, poem, poetry, Song, taxes, terrorism, Trump, violence, war, war tax resistance
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belly dancing on the dashboard
from May 2014 Bury my heart Here Because mine eyes have seen enough Suffering My eyes have seen enough Of man’s inhumanity to man But this isn’t a Robert Burns poem… This is holy land Where the sand is flying … Continue reading
Posted in america, hawaii, Native Americans, palestine, Palestinians, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, prison, refugees, religion, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, writing, Yemen
Tagged America, Apartheid, death, empire, hawaii, life, Native Americans, occupation, palestine, poem, poetry
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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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Standing Rock
Standing on this rock all alone looking glass shattered can’t find home can’t escape sticks and stones thrown by a falling Rome names don’t hurt when Redskins flirt with victory the Missouri doesn’t flow to the sea it flows through … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, climate change, Clinton, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, DAPL, death, democracy, dreams, earth, Edward Bernays, empathy, empire, environment, fear, Ferguson, fish, freedom, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, idle no more, ignorance, justice, Kaepernick, Liberty, life, Native Americans, nature, NFL, oceans, oil, poem, Poetry, politics, poverty, prison, propaganda, racism, Sioux, Standing Rock, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, water, world war one, world war two, writing
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, bigotry, bread and circuses, Clinton, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, DAPL, death, democracy, dreams, drugs, empire, greed, humanity, ignorance, iraq, justice, Kaepernick, love, National Anthem, Native Americans, nature, NFL, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, Sioux, Standing Rock, suicide, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, water, Water is Life, writing
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Train From Dortmund
Riding through Germany by train looking out at farms houses apartment buldings and old factories seeing smokestacks on the horizon gives me chills but the colorful graffiti at the next station warms my heart. Art, blurring as we speed away … Continue reading
Posted in america, Germany, Holocaust, Native Americans, poem, Poetry, trains, world war two
Tagged America, Germany, Holocaust, Native Americans, poem, poetry, Trains, World War Two
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