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Tag Archives: refugees
The Ignorant American: Professional Courtesy to the GEO Group
(Music by Toby Keith) American girls and American guys will always look the other way when black and brown folks die or when they see a baby crying in the hands of the feds left to sleep on the cold … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, death, democracy, ICE, ignorance, Iraq, music, poem, Poetry, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, white privilege
Tagged capitalism, country music, GEO group, ICE, immigration, lyrics, music, poem, Poetry, refugees, refugees welcome, Song, Wall Street
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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
Wake Up And Smell The Falafel
We better wake up and smell the falafel and go to bed always dreaming of waffles let’s peel some potatoes and make shepherds pie and get ourselves a fresh lamb sandwich on rye lets eat our way through old imperial … Continue reading
The Call It Blowback
We all wonder why there’s chaos around the world. They call it blowback. This chaos we see today, is thanks to the CIA. From the Middle East and all the Americas to South East Asia we’re reaping what we … Continue reading
Caravans
Would you like to buy some Chiquita bananas with a side of lies? Don’t you wonder why they drive northbound in these caravans?
Posted in poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized
Tagged bananas, Caravans, Chiquita Brand, Guatemala, history, poem, poetry, refugees, tanka, United Fruit
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Harvest of Empire
What we sow in spring we shall reap at harvest time. What are refugees if not the fruit of our crimes? The harvest of our empire. I highly recommend reading the book Harvest of Empire: The History of Latinos … Continue reading
Let’s Create No More
Let us hate no more nameless refugees of war let’s create no more
When Pigs Cry
The pigs have begun to cry now at the sight of the lambs being devoured by the predators but what about the sheep what about the cows what about all those goats and the horses the cats and the dogs … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, farm, farming, Gaza, greed, history, horses, human rights, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, refugees, refugees welcome, Sheep, solidarity, Syria, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, white privilege
Tagged alpacas, America, american dream, Border Patrol, cages, chickens, ducks, farm, farming, geese, goats, hiorses, ICE, lambs, llamas, Mexico, pigs, poem, poetry, refugees, Sheep, taxes, Texas, violence, war, white privilege
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We Pluck Flowers
We pluck flowers from the garden and make a bouquet we pluck strings on the guitar and make music we pluck feathers from a chicken and make a meal we pluck people from their homes and villages, … Continue reading
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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