Tag Archives: America

We Can’t Forget

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

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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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

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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

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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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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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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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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

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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

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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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