Category Archives: poetry for peace

We Can’t Forget

We are believers we’ve placed full faith in a magic that uses words to transform chaos into the norm human beings into disposable things buildings into rubble life into death (by drone) bodies into ash (and bone) cultures into terror … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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Haiku For Mossadegh

Get your hand out of  your piggy bank or we’ll crush  you with your own tank

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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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