Tag Archives: Grapes of Wrath

Aching

My soul aches because it is not mine alone but broken bones heal and sticks and stones can’t steal humanity from me I can still see it in your eyes              

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People’s History (an ode to Tom Joad)

The people I know are in it to win the people i know have read Howard Zinn the people I know have sights set on victory the people i know know our people’s history my people are people that fight … Continue reading

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