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Category Archives: Trump
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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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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We Light These Candles
We light these candles for vigils, then we use them for burning crosses and for burning books, and look the hoods have all come off now
Harvest of Empire
What we sow in spring we shall reap at harvest time. What are refugees if not the fruit of our crimes? The harvest of our empire. I highly recommend reading the book Harvest of Empire: The History of Latinos … Continue reading
Certain Days
On certain days, blind patriotism is quite alright an over-the-top display of nationalism is perfectly fine a couple times a year, hawks can proudly soar above eagles, (no room in the sky for doves) and all jingoists can come out … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, american flag, collateral damage, Fourth of July, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, propaganda, revolution, singing, slavery, taxes, tea, travel, Trump, Uncategorized, Veterans Day, violence, war, war tax resistance, world war one, world war two, yellow ribbons, Yemen
Tagged 4th of July, America, american dream, american flag, flag day, labor day, Memorial Day, music, poem, poetry, president's day, thanksgiving, veterans day
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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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My Father Is Like America
He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, dreams, family, father's day, government, greed, human rights, Iraq, money, Occupy, poem, Poetry, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, alcoholism, America, american dream, capitalism, domestic violence, father's day, greed, money, poem, poetry, violence, war, working class
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It’s Mother’s Day in America
Weep not for the mothers laying dead in bombed out villages or their sisters and brothers shot in the back as they waved their flags of black, red, green & white weep instead for the children they leave behind, far … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Bethlehem, collateral damage, death, doves, farming, Gaza, human rights, humanity, Israel, Jericho, Jerusalem, Jesus, life, love, Mother's Day, Nakba, Olive trees, palestine, Palestinians, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, propaganda, refugees, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, death, farming, Gaza, iraq, Israel, Mother's Day, Nakba, olive trees, olives, palestine, poem, poetry, taxes, violence, war, West Bank
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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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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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