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Tag Archives: death
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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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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Say My Name
Definitely watch the entire thing but minute 13:45 is the start of her song “Say My Name” her tribute to Sandra Bland, killed 4 years ago today by the police.
Posted in Black Lives Matter, death, music, sandra bland, Uncategorized
Tagged death, life, Mumu Fresh, music, NPR, sandra bland, Say My Name
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Time
Where the hell does the time go I can’t believe I’ll be thirty-five I can’t believe that I’m still alive though there’s still some days I don’t want to be hearing people still shouting FREEDOM ISN’T FREE while we’re drowning … Continue reading
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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Once Humanity Has Gone Away
Birds will sing the same old song once humanity has gone away cats will still eat mice and rats and night will follow day fireflies will come in June and dogs will howl at the moon with stars still twinkling … Continue reading
Piss & Plastic
We’re walking on the water and swimming through the air we’re flying through our days now we’ve got no time to care We’re higher than the Rockies and deeper than old bones we’re burying humanity with eyes glued to … Continue reading
Babylon
It’s been eleven years years since I was lost and found and then drowned myself in the polluted rivers of Babylon. Still, I swim.
Life Raft
As you were drowning I sat down and prayed for you unaware that I was sitting on your life raft
Generations
Generations pass and we inherit more and more apathy Generations pass and they inherit more and more tragedy Generations pass and we inherit more and more debt Generations pass and they inherit more and more dead
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