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Tag Archives: Peace
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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Haiku For Mossadegh
Get your hand out of your piggy bank or we’ll crush you with your own tank
Posted in haiku, Iran, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged haiku, Iran, Peace, poem, Poetry, war
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Old Piggy Bank
I think about the million human beings who were just trying to survive eighteen years ago and are no longer alive because America had to go shake the queen’s old piggy bank and smash it on the floor and terrorize … Continue reading
Blind Eyes
Blind eyes of storms we’ve created have erased immeasurable beauty
We Have No Excuse: An Ode To Dr. King
Years ago, most folks didn’t know how terrible the government was today, we are well aware but we keep on funding it in spite of all the tapped cellphones and bullets and bombs and drones and all our bread turning … Continue reading
Good Credit/Bad Credit
if we help clean the beach we deserve credit if we help generate trash that winds up in the ocean we deserve credit if we drive an electric car we deserve credit if our electricity comes from oil or … Continue reading
Posted in poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged environment, Peace, poem, Poetry, taxes, war, war tax resistance
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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King
(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, dreams, empathy, human rights, humanity, MLK, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, racism, refugees, taxes, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, Beyond Vietnam, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, Dr. King, fear, hatred, human rights, iraq, MLK, Peace, poverty, racism, silence is betrayal, Vietnam, violence, war
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If you remain silent
If you remain silent you will hear the sound of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer if you remain silent you will hear the sound of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, Olive trees, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, violence, West Bank
Tagged farming, Gaza, haiku, olive oil, olive trees, olives, palestine, Palestinians, Peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, West Bank
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Life Raft
As you were drowning I sat down and prayed for you unaware that I was sitting on your life raft
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