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Tag Archives: empire
A War Criminal Is Dead
One score and eight years after the first bombs dropped Iraq is still breathing and a war criminal is dead. Other’s will die and mothers will cry but there is more space now for doves to fly and they will … Continue reading
Posted in Iraq, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged empire, George H.W. Bush, iraq, poem, Poetry, war
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Chiseled In Stone
History’s rhymes might seem coincidental but they’re chiseled in stone they are fundamental war feeds the market and keeps it alive war is the reason this system survives they’re still taking our bread to build death machines and … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, capitalism, collateral damage, drones, history, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, empire, history, poem, poetry, prison, taxes, Wall Street, war, war tax resistance
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Eden
there is no heaven there is no hell there is only purgatory, here on earth. the endless suffering that we cause others as we destroy their countries, villages, farms, homes, families, and lives is directly connected to the endless suffering … Continue reading
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Tagged America, capitalism, empire, greed, poem, poetry, war
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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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Wings On The Vulture
Let us wake now from this sleep before there’s nothing left for the meek to inherit the missionaries stole it and their kids won’t share it as they still fly old glory over stolen land broken with bibles and pineapples, canned and shipped to Rome from … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, drones, earth, empathy, farming, Gaza, goats, god, government, guns, hawaii, human rights, humanity, Japan, life, oceans, oil, palestine, poem, Poetry, Syria, taxes, truth, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, America, empire, farming, god, greed, hawaii, human rights, humanity, iraq, palestine, poem, poetry, pollution, rain, war, war tax resistance
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The Makers The Rain
Alone in the pockmarked countryside an old woman finds no place to hide her children and grandchildren have been dying for forty years and her tears have become rivers that the clouds have taken and taken and God has forsaken … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, collateral damage, death, poem, Poetry, russia, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, America, collateral damage, death, empire, poem, poetry, russia, war, war tax resistance
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belly dancing on the dashboard
from May 2014 Bury my heart Here Because mine eyes have seen enough Suffering My eyes have seen enough Of man’s inhumanity to man But this isn’t a Robert Burns poem… This is holy land Where the sand is flying … Continue reading
Posted in america, hawaii, Native Americans, palestine, Palestinians, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, prison, refugees, religion, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, writing, Yemen
Tagged America, Apartheid, death, empire, hawaii, life, Native Americans, occupation, palestine, poem, poetry
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The Eyes Have It
The eyes of the prophets are crossed and the line is dotted signs are spotted in the crowd remove the shroud it’s too loud to think swim, don’t sink but crossed eyes blink Morse code teaching us to curse the winding … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, dancing, death, depression, drugs, earth, empathy, empire, eyes, god, government, greed, human rights, humanity, Iraq, Kaepernick, life, love, murder, music, night, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, racism, religion, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, America, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, dancing, drugs, earth, empire, eyes, football, god, government, greed, human rights, humanity, Kaepernick, life, mother earth, music, nature, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, religion, Rome, seasons, taxes, truth, violence, war, writing
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Currency
Our currency is covered with Indian killers and slave owners. Our heroes were all Indian killers and slave owners. Our ancestors all benefited from genocide and slavery even if they couldn’t see the blood on their hands, they … Continue reading
Posted in banking, capitalism, collateral damage, death, empire, greed, human rights, idle no more, poem, Poetry, poverty, slavery, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, empire, Genocide, indigenous people, money, poem, poetry, slavery, taxes, war
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Gold
We cannot leave we cannot go back we have nowhere to go back to we’re stuck here on stolen land our native tongues cut off, cry out for home cry out for culture cry out for ancestors in languages long forgotten, … Continue reading
Posted in america, collateral damage, empire, history, murder, Native Americans, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged America, empire, Genocide, history, indigenous, poem, poetry
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