Category Archives: veterans for peace

We Can’t Forget

Posted on August 23, 2021 by soitgoes1984

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

Posted on March 25, 2020 by soitgoes1984

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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Same Parade

Posted on May 26, 2019 by soitgoes1984

The best way you can  honor our departed sons, daughters, brothers, and  sisters is to become a  war-tax resister, don’t pay to send any more  of our loved ones off to war don’t buy the bullets, the bombs, and the … Continue reading →

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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

Posted on April 4, 2019 by soitgoes1984

(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 →

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The Poppies Are Everywhere

Posted on November 12, 2018 by soitgoes1984

Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading →

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Standing By The Ruins

Posted on October 26, 2018 by soitgoes1984

Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime   instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading →

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Nineteen-Seventeen

Posted on July 16, 2017 by soitgoes1984

100 years of drums pounding rockets red-glaring and blind men staring 100 years of red, white, and blue doing what we do best God save the queen and fuck the rest.   Leave your family leave your farm we don’t … Continue reading →

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The Heart Of Babylon

Posted on July 24, 2016 by soitgoes1984

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading →

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Racket: Ode to Smedley Butler

Posted on May 26, 2016 by soitgoes1984

Melt these medals down make a chalice drown sorrows wasting borrowed time throw in towels finish lines salt and lime bury hatchets end this racket can’t handle shit on shingles ready to swing low band of angels went home so no one … Continue reading →

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Daily Memories

Posted on May 25, 2016 by soitgoes1984

so, it’s Memorial Day sales again and I remember when Cub Scout packs would take up the back of the parade and families would struggle to find shade along Main Street in late May with temperatures rising we shuffled our … Continue reading →

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