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Category Archives: poetry for peace
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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Haiku For Mossadegh
Get your hand out of your piggy bank or we’ll crush you with your own tank
Posted in haiku, Iran, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged haiku, Iran, Peace, poem, Poetry, war
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Comfort
Sending Comfort to Venezuelan refugees not the millions we’ve long been creating every- where we please. Why do we send hospital ships there but bombs to Doctors Without Borders everywhere as if the sun’s glare makes the Red Crescents look … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized
Tagged capitalism, coups, haiku, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, war, writing
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Our Currency
If you try to use our currency, we’ll do our best to help you see the error of your ways, to see that violence only pays if you have the biggest banks and you buy the biggest tanks and you … Continue reading
Protecting Mosques
Using American tax dollars to provide security to protect mosques in America will not be nearly as effective at protecting mosques as not using American tax dollars to provide bombs to blow up mosques around the world would be.
Posted in haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, religion, tanka, terrorism, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged bigotry, connecticut, haiku, hatred, islam, mosques, new haven, poem, Poetry, religion, tanka, terrorism, violence, war, white supremacy
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The Gods That We Trust
We sigh as we watch synagogues, mosques, and black churches burning. We’re yearning for a better world but we’re too comfortable in this one. We watch the news it’s just reruns, cops killing unarmed black people and Muslim cities turned … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, Words, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, greed, haiku, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, Wall Street
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I Shrug
Sometimes I’m walking around the farm and I feel something touch my arm and I look back and see a spiderweb destroyed by me and, having destroyed something so beautiful something so incredible having destroyed so much hard work so … Continue reading
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