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Category Archives: working class
Hay For The Royal Horses
The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, animals, beer, collateral damage, democracy, drunk, Edward Bernays, empire, farm, farming, farms, fear, god, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, life, money, oil, Olive trees, Palestinians, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, refugees, short story, taxes, terrorism, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Bush, Clinton, farmers, farming, fire, horses, human rights, humanity, kings, Obama, poem, poetry, Propaganda, queens, short story, taxes, tradition, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, writing
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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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Nineteen-Seventeen
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
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, farm, farming, farms, Iraq, poem, Poetry, recruiting, time, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, world war one, writing
Tagged 100 years, 1917, 2017, Afghanistan, bonus army, bonus march, history, iraq, poem, poetry, Smedley Butler, Syria, time, truth, Uganda, violence, war, World War One, writing, Yemen
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May Day
It’s May Day May Day May Day come, workers of the world unite and fight for justice tell all the boys and girls that today’s the day, no need to pray we’ll stand up and we’ll fight and we won’t … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, collateral damage, human rights, justice, Massachusetts, May Day, poem, Poetry, poverty, religion, soul, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, Workers rights, working class
Tagged american dream, howard zinn, Massachusetts, May Day, poem, poetry, violence, war, war tax resistance, Workers rights, working class
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow, the war will end and the bombs will stop falling. They will send young men and young women back home to their families in big cities and farm towns where they’ll melt rifles down to make pickaxes which they’ll … Continue reading
Posted in america, dreams, family, farm, farming, farms, hope, human rights, humanity, imagine, Iraq, justice, Liberty, life, love, Olive trees, peace, people, poem, Poetry, time, Uncategorized, veterans, war, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, collateral damage, dreams, iraq, love, Peace, poem, poetry, veterans, war, writing
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Daily Memories
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
Posted in 9/11, addiction, Afghanistan, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, beer, bigotry, blood, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, education, Edward Bernays, empire, family, fear, freedom, guilt, hate, hatred, heroes, history, hope, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, ignorance, imagine, Iraq, justice, Korea, Liberty, life, love, media, Memorial Day, memories, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, solidarity, suicide, truth, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, wine, working class, world war one, world war two, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, anxiety, Beer, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, Edward Bernays, empire, FOX, freedom, humanity, ignorance, iraq, justice, love, Memorial Day, memories, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, suicide, truth, veterans, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, whiskey, World War One, World War Two
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May 22, 2006
Ten years have flown by since the American Dream died when he breathed his last breath on that goddamned hospital bed and all I could do was scream and shout from my lungs top the illusion was over the bubble … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, american dream, death, dreams, fishing, god, grandfather, Massachusetts, memories, New England, poem, Poetry, religion, shad, tears, Uncategorized, water, working class
Tagged addiction, american dream, death, family, fishing, grandfather, grandparents, love, poem, poetry, roofing, shad
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Biergarten
Pint after pint at beer gardens and halls, washing away decades of history, tales only of Bavarian kings and biergarten gals serving another round now have sorrows to drown too, but they have too much work to do resting a … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, Bavaria, beer, beer garden, Biergarten, capitalism, drunk, Germany, Munich, poem, Poetry, second job, working class, world war two
Tagged America, american dream, Bavaria, Beer, beer garden, beer gardens, biergarten, capitalism, Germany, Munich, poem, poetry, second job, tourism, Travel
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Salty Tears
1/17/2015 I have yet to find a bridge and I’ve struggled to pick a poison I’ve only been able to pull the trigger on one-way tickets to the middle of the Pacific where the suicidal thoughts wash away with each … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, anxiety, apartheid, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, I Can't Breathe, ignorance, Iraq, murder, One Love, palestine, peace, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, suicide, veterans for peace, war, whiskey, working class
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, Apartheid, collateral damage, death, democracy, depleted uranium, depression, dreams, empire, humanity, iraq, justice, life, love, one love, palestine, Peace, people, poem, poetry, solidarity, stars, suicide, tears, truth, Veterans for Peace, war
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Thoughts on Armistice (Veterans) Day
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month… Armistice Day, the end of “the war to end all wars”…peace between nations… it went on to become, not a day to commemorate the armistice, but to ‘honor veterans … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, american dream, anxiety, beer, collateral damage, death, depression, dreams, Edward Bernays, fear, Iraq, iraq veterans against the war, suicide, war, working class, world war one, world war two
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, anxiety, Beer, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, depleted uranium, depression, dreams, Dresden, Edward Bernays, empire, freedom, howard zinn, iraq, Iraq Veterans Against the War, suicide, veterans, Veterans for Peace, war, world war 1, World War Two
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