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Category Archives: racism
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When white people lose their ignorance and apathy things will change, you’ll see all of our neighbors will be free just like they’re meant to be
In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King
(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, dreams, empathy, human rights, humanity, MLK, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, racism, refugees, taxes, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, Beyond Vietnam, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, Dr. King, fear, hatred, human rights, iraq, MLK, Peace, poverty, racism, silence is betrayal, Vietnam, violence, war
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This is why we fight
Early December years ago cramming for finials, I was braving the cold making my way through the court yard to the library making my way up the stairs, and who do I see being harassed by campus security but one … Continue reading
It’s a Privilege
Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, death, family, government, grandfather, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poverty, racism, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, Bob Marley, death, drugs, hatred, life, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, tax resistance, war, white privilege, working class
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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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When Pigs Cry
The pigs have begun to cry now at the sight of the lambs being devoured by the predators but what about the sheep what about the cows what about all those goats and the horses the cats and the dogs … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, farm, farming, Gaza, greed, history, horses, human rights, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, refugees, refugees welcome, Sheep, solidarity, Syria, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, white privilege
Tagged alpacas, America, american dream, Border Patrol, cages, chickens, ducks, farm, farming, geese, goats, hiorses, ICE, lambs, llamas, Mexico, pigs, poem, poetry, refugees, Sheep, taxes, Texas, violence, war, white privilege
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Guns Aren’t The Problem…
I grew up in a family of hunters. My grandfather killed an incredible number of deer during his lifetime, and he never needed more than a shot gun. He often used a bow. If I ever hunt again, it will … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, collateral damage, education, empathy, empire, fear, guns, Iraq, Jesus, life, MLK, racism, recruiting, revenge, russia, school shootings, slavery, Syria, terrorism, Trump, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, death, fear, florida, guns, hate, health care, hunting, Jesus, life, love, MLK, NRA, revenge, school shootings, taxes, Trump, violence, war
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So…I Smoked Crack
So… I smoked crack not long after I got back from Iraq. We had been up all night and I lost track of time after too much salt and too many limes and too many lines blurring reality and I … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, crack, drugs, Iraq, poem, Poetry, prison, racism, Uncategorized, war, white privilege
Tagged alcohol, american dream, crack, depression, drugs, farming, iraq, poem, poetry, prison, war, white privilege, writing
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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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