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Tag Archives: Genocide
As American As Apple Pie
It’s awful, it really is beyond words how America separates children from their parents how Uncle Sam herds them like animals and throws them in cages… But I’ll let you in on a little secret… this shit is as American … Continue reading
Posted in america, poem, Poetry, police brutality, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Black Lives Matter, Genocide, immigration, poem, poetry, racism, slavery, taxes, Trump, war, war tax resistance
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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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Stand
Trying to stand with the oppressed I still find myself standing on top of them and I can no longer stand to be around anyone I can no longer stand anyone, even myself I stand here utterly disgusted with humanity … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, death, democracy, empire, ethnic cleansing, Gaza, government, greed, poem, Poetry, refugees, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Genocide, Kaepernick, NFL, poem, poetry, refugees, slavery, war
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March For Women
The President isn’t the disease he is but a symptom. The disease is not new, it is not worse now than it was a couple of years ago or a couple of decades ago or a couple of centuries ago. … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, drones, empathy, fear, government, hatred, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, Iran, Iraq, IRS, Israel, Kaepernick, money, murder, palestine, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, racism, refugees, sexism, slavery, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, women's march, womens rights, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, capitalism, Genocide, greed, howard zinn, human rights, iraq, palestine, poem, poetry, poverty, slavery, sports, taxes, Trump, war, war tax resistance, women, women's march, womens rights
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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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