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Category Archives: yellow ribbons
Connected
I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, Iraq, life, occupation, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, religion, revenge, taxes, terrorism, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged 9/ll, Afghanistan, apathy, connection, death, hatred, human rights, humanity, ignorance, iraq, life, New York, Peace, poem, Poetry, religion, revenge, so it goes, time, war
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The Poppies Are Everywhere
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
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, apathy, Armistice Day, death, god, government, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, opium, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poppies, reflection, religion, remembrance day, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, world war one, world war two, writing, WW1, yellow ribbons
Tagged 100 years, addiction, Afghanistan, America, apathy, Armistice Day, death, dope, drones, drugs, Flanders field, god, heroin, iraq, jingoism, militarism, military, nationalism, opium, Oxycontin, pain, Pakistan, poem, poetry, poppies, Propaganda, religion, remembrance day, Somalia, Syria, taxes, terrorism, trauma, Uganda, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, World War One, World War Two, writing, Yemen
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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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Racket: Ode to Smedley Butler
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
Posted in Afghanistan, america, capitalism, democracy, freedom, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, Liberty, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, Smedley Butler, taxes, truth, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged America, capitalism, howard zinn, Memorial Day, poem, poetry, Smedley Butler, taxes, veterans, Veterans for Peace, war, war tax resistance
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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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Thank You
thank you for your service now prepare for hero worship and ten precent off at Home Depot and Lowes and a free meal every November 11th at Applebee’s and a long line ending in pills piled high mountains of pills until … Continue reading
Posted in america, government, heroes, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, war, yellow ribbons
Tagged America, american dream, collateral damage, poem, poetry, veterans, veterans day, war
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