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Tag Archives: military
The Poppies Are Everywhere
Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, apathy, Armistice Day, death, god, government, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, opium, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poppies, reflection, religion, remembrance day, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, world war one, world war two, writing, WW1, yellow ribbons
Tagged 100 years, addiction, Afghanistan, America, apathy, Armistice Day, death, dope, drones, drugs, Flanders field, god, heroin, iraq, jingoism, militarism, military, nationalism, opium, Oxycontin, pain, Pakistan, poem, poetry, poppies, Propaganda, religion, remembrance day, Somalia, Syria, taxes, terrorism, trauma, Uganda, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, World War One, World War Two, writing, Yemen
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In The Sky
I. Helicopters buzz alongside lush-green sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farmland, cutting through peace and quiet, cutting through silence like knives chop, chop, chop, a reminder of missionaries sharpening their blades, chopping the islands like venison … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, collateral damage, farmers, farming, hawaii, helicopters, history, Iraq, Molokai, occupation, poem, Poetry, Syria, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, deer, hawaii, Hawaiian Sovereignty, helicopter tours, helicopters, history, iraq, Kaho'olawe, Maui, military, missionaries, Molokai, noise pollution, occupation, Peace, poem, poetry, religion, sacred land, sea cliffs, tanka, theft, tourism, venison, war
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Like Fresh Venison
The helicopters buzz alongside sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farms cutting through silence cutting through peace like butcher knives the ‘chop, chop, chop’ a reminder of the missionaries slicing these islands up like fresh venison taking everything from … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, hawaii, history, human rights, humanity, occupation, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, deer meat, hawaii, helicopters, Lili'uokalani, military, Molokai, occupation, poem, poetry, tourism, venison, war, war tax resistance
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Noise
above the rustling of the leaves and the clucking of the chickens and the singing of the birds and the crashing of the waves and the barking of the dogs and the meowing of the cats and the neighing of … Continue reading
Posted in america, collateral damage, empathy, farming, farms, goats, government, history, human rights, humanity, Iraq, murder, poem, Poetry, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged birds, cats, chickens, death, dogs, farming, goats, hawaii, helicopters, horses, life, military, nature, poem, poetry, Sheep, taxes, violence, war, war tax resistance
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But Who…?
I. But who is to blame? The government. But who is to blame? The politicians. But who is to blame? The military. But who is to blame? The police. But who is to blame? Wall Street. But who is to … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, education, Edward Bernays, empire, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, Iraq, life, oil, poem, Poetry, police, politics, poverty, propaganda, racism, Saudi Arabia, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, environment, fear, government, humanity, military, news, poem, poetry, police, politics, Propaganda, war, writing
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Typical American Weekend
This weekend has been a typical weekend for the United States. In Virginia, a klan rally gathered around a statue of one of their heroes, carrying torches. They even killed someone and injured many. A lot of Americans were … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, beaches, bigotry, Charlottesville, civil rights, death, fear, Ferguson, hate, hatred, history, human rights, MLK, poem, Poetry, racism, recruiting, slavery, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, Virginia, white privilege
Tagged Afghanistan, Charlottesville, death, military, poem, poetry, recruiting, Virginia, war
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Road Trip
Billboard after billboard too many to count mile after mile road after road state after state buy this car buy this whiskey buy this beer call this lawyer when you get pulled over for driving this car after drinking this … Continue reading
Posted in Advertising, alcohol, america, american dream, beer, coffee, driving, money, poem, Poetry, recruiting, religion, Uncategorized, war
Tagged Advertising, alcohol, America, american dream, billboards, driving, military, poem, poetry, recruiting, road trips
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Operation American Freedom
Written April 2013 Day three of the occupation. I can’t believe it’s finally gotten to this point, where I’m again sleeping on a cot in an army tent, but here I am. Here we are. The mainland has been under … Continue reading
Posted in america, fiction, ignorance, Uncategorized, war
Tagged china, coup, death camps, empire, fiction, GMO, hawaii, internment camps, military, militia, russia
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