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Category Archives: police brutality
I Drove A Car Last Night
*WARNING*GRAPHIC CONTENT* (This poem is about cruelty to animals. This is sadly a true story. The police are not providing animal control services, though they get county funding to do so. There is a small understaffed & underfunded nonprofit clinic … Continue reading
Posted in abuse, animal abuse, animals, aspca, death, dogs, Germany, god, guns, hate, hatred, human rights, humane society, humanity, life, loss, love, Nonviolence, oil, peace, people, pets, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, ptsd, sustainability, taxes, trauma, trees, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged anger, animal cruelty, animal rights, animals, aspca, dogs, drugs, euthanasia, hawaii, human rights, humane society, humanity, inhumanity, Nonviolence, pets are family, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, ptsd, rage, rescue animals, trauma, violence, war
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Uncle Sam’s Muslim Ban
We want to ban Muslims from coming to America because it is a lot more socially acceptable for Uncle Sam to kill them when they are in their own countries rather than here in America unless, of course, they are … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, apathy, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, cops, death, democracy, drones, empathy, empire, greed, human rights, Iraq, justice, Muslim Ban, Muslims, New York, poem, Poetry, police brutality, refugees, slavery, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, ignorance, iraq, Muslim Ban, palestine, poem, poetry, slavery, Syria, taxes, Trump, war, war tax resistance
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As American As Apple Pie
It’s awful, it really is beyond words how America separates children from their parents how Uncle Sam herds them like animals and throws them in cages… But I’ll let you in on a little secret… this shit is as American … Continue reading
Posted in america, poem, Poetry, police brutality, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Black Lives Matter, Genocide, immigration, poem, poetry, racism, slavery, taxes, Trump, war, 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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Decade & a Half Much Like The Rest
The military industry has won year after year after year after years it’s just reruns war is certainly here to stay and we just blew up a Syrian army base without a trace of remorse and of course no one … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, driving, drunk, earth, Edward Bernays, empathy, empire, environment, farm, farming, fear, fire, Football, free speech, freedom, god, government, grandfather, hatred, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, hunger, ignorance, Iraq, Jesus, justice, Kaepernick, Liberty, life, memories, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, propaganda, racism, slavery, solidarity, taxes, Uncategorized, veterans, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, empire, humanity, iraq, poem, poetry, slavery, truth, veterans, war, writing
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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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Red, White & Blues
Kids play cowboys and Indians grow into men and women play Muslims and Christians hooked on Red Man chewing tobacco and American Spirit cigarettes and t-shirt tans fade to skin cancer for white farmers fresh out of the army no … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, depression, empire, hawaii, human rights, humanity, Iraq, Korea, poem, Poetry, police brutality, poverty, racism, Vietnam, war
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, alice in wonderland, America, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, blues, civil rights, CNN, empire, hawaii, human rights, humanity, iraq, Korea, poem, poetry, police brutality, poverty, racism, Vietnam, war
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We’ll call em’ French Fries again
Cartoon drawings of profits splattered with blood draining from the wrists of artists pushing the limits tempting the reality of a world we’ve created since the crusades fought now by Muslim police officers dying in the streets to protect a country that sees no difference sees the same faces … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, Edward Bernays, empathy, fear, France, free speech, hate, history, human rights, humanity, hunger, ignorance, immigration, life, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, propaganda, racism, religion, taxes, Toulouse, travel, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, white privilege
Tagged America, american dream, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, democracy, Edward Bernays, empire, food, France, humanity, ignorance, immigration, justice, love, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, religion, terrorism, Travel, truth, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war
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People’s History (an ode to Tom Joad)
The people I know are in it to win the people i know have read Howard Zinn the people I know have sights set on victory the people i know know our people’s history my people are people that fight … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, bible, collateral damage, death, dreams, Grapes of Wrath, homeless, Howard Zinn, hunger, people, poem, Poetry, police brutality
Tagged America, american dream, bible, democracy, dreams, Grapes of Wrath, history, homelessness, howard zinn, hunger, people, poem, poetry, police brutality, revolution, solidarity
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