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Category Archives: Yemen
Only The Bible Is Allowed To Be Sacred
Not even with a thirty meter telescope will we be able to see all the damage done to the ‘āina already we won’t see polluted aquifers and an ailing reef we won’t see the monk seals and turtles laying on … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, Aloha ʻĀina, america, collateral damage, earth, environment, farming, fishing, government, hawaii, Japan, Kaho'olawe, Korea, Mauna Kea, poem, Poetry, solidarity, Standing Rock, stars, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, world, writing, Yemen
Tagged Aloha Aina, annexation, capitalism, colonialism, deforestation, Dole, errosion, exploitation, hawaii, hawaiians, Kaho'olawe, Kanaka Maoli, Mauna Kea, missionaries, occupation, Pearl Harbor, pineapples, poem, poetry, pollution, prisons, private prisons, progress, protect mauna kea, science, sustainability, sustainable coastlines hawaii, thirty meter telescope
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The House of Fraud
it’s out of mind and out of sight and out of context and out of gasoline and out of line and out of time must wake now from the dream
who killed the messenger,
who cut the date palms down who tamed the shrew, who trained the crew who turned the planes around Continue reading
Posted in america, poem, Poetry, Saudi Arabia, Uncategorized, Yemen
Tagged America, justice, poem, poetry, Saudi Arabia, truth, 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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Uncle Sam’s Muslim Ban
We want to ban Muslims from coming to America because it is a lot more socially acceptable for Uncle Sam to kill them when they are in their own countries rather than here in America unless, of course, they are … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, apathy, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, cops, death, democracy, drones, empathy, empire, greed, human rights, Iraq, justice, Muslim Ban, Muslims, New York, poem, Poetry, police brutality, refugees, slavery, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, ignorance, iraq, Muslim Ban, palestine, poem, poetry, slavery, Syria, 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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Don’t Be A Doctor
Don’t be a doctor, or a medic. That’s the message we are hearing loud and clear. Well, at least don’t be a doctor for the oppressed, don’t be a medic while living under occupation, kid, choose another profession don’t be … Continue reading
Posted in america, poem, Poetry, Saudi Arabia, Uncategorized, Yemen
Tagged America, cholera, Doctors Without Borders, Genocide, Saudi Arabia, U.N., war, Yemen
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Never Forget (Doctors Without Borders)
I have long been disgusted to be an American but I am now officially disgusted to be a human being, the worst, most destructive, barbaric and cannibalistic species on the planet as I hear the news that yet again YET … Continue reading
Posted in america, capitalism, human rights, poem, Poetry, Saudi Arabia, Uncategorized, violence, Yemen
Tagged America, disease, Doctors Without Borders, famine, Genocide, MSF, poem, poetry, Saudi Arabia, war, Yemen
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FIRE
Smoke signals have been rising Hiroshima for some time now. Nagasaki We ignore the smoke Korea but there it is Guatemala as plain as day Laos but we relax Vietnam when we hear … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, capitalism, empire, Ferguson, Gaza, humanity, Iraq, poem, Poetry, slavery, Standing Rock, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, El Salvador, empire, Gaza, iraq, Libya, poem, poetry, Syria, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
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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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