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Tag Archives: America
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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Bulletproof Backpacks
Bulletproof backpacks on sale now at Office Max because your taxes do absolutely nothing to keep your kids safe. Buy one and if someone brings a gun to your kids high school at least they’ll look cool as they’re laying … Continue reading
Posted in america, capitalism, collateral damage, death, guns, haiku, mass shootings, NRA, poem, Poetry, tanka, trauma, Uncategorized, violence
Tagged America, backpacks, capitalism, gun violence, guns, haiku, mass shootings, NRA, poem, Poetry, school shootings, tanka, violence
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Crying For The Mountain
History repeats itself again and again we do nothing but obey we do nothing but mumble “well, this is what the law has to say” we do nothing but look the other way we do nothing but pay for the … Continue reading
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Tagged America, capitalism, colonialism, hawaii, Kaho'olawe, Mauna Kea, poem, Poetry, space
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A few bad apples
The people who say, “There’s just a few bad apples” refuse to look at the roots of the trees, refuse to believe the soil tests refuse to believe that those apples aren’t rotten, refuse to believe that all the apples … Continue reading
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Tagged America, apples, Black Lives Matter, death, history, life, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, systemic racism, truth, white supremacy
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Squealing For More
If you curse the name Donald Trump but have never heard the names William Kristol or Robert Kagan I suggest you begin to read what was written by these men and signed by the who’s who of DC’s neoconservative crew, … Continue reading
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Tagged America, capitalism, haiku, militarism, poem, Poetry, tanka, Wall Street, Words, writing
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Our Currency
If you try to use our currency, we’ll do our best to help you see the error of your ways, to see that violence only pays if you have the biggest banks and you buy the biggest tanks and you … Continue reading
The Gods That We Trust
We sigh as we watch synagogues, mosques, and black churches burning. We’re yearning for a better world but we’re too comfortable in this one. We watch the news it’s just reruns, cops killing unarmed black people and Muslim cities turned … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, Words, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, greed, haiku, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, Wall Street
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Supremacy White
The red, white, & blue is still killing black & brown to keep Wall Street green and supremacy white. How do we sleep so well at night?
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