Tag Archives: slavery

Roll Tide

  Alabama has  never been sweet home and there’s  Ivey poisoning the shreds of humanity  that somehow survive down there  where their version of  Jesus murders prisoners, and condemns women, keeps kids illiterate and  burns crosses when the Tide win … Continue reading

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Uncle Sam’s Muslim Ban

We want to ban Muslims from coming to America because it is a lot more socially acceptable for Uncle Sam to kill them when they are in their own countries rather than here in America unless, of course, they are … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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American Folklore

comfortable in our living rooms, on our sofas with our coffee tables in our houses and our condos and our apartments and our dorm rooms with our beer bottles and our wine glasses and our pain pills and our anti-anxiety … Continue reading

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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

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Decade & a Half Much Like The Rest

The military industry has won year after year after year after years it’s just reruns war is certainly here to stay and we just blew up a Syrian army base without a trace of remorse and of course no one … Continue reading

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Break The Silence

My hands are red from blood thats shed my tongue was bitten another is dead   Betrayed with silence for too many years time now to break from all the fear   Slavery ended so too Jim Crow but we … Continue reading

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First They Came For The Black People: An Ode To Lady Justice

visions of people in my dreams lines and lines of left, right left behind leave all your belongings you won’t need them giant computer screens names and numbers from tattooed bar-codes scanned by young women progress IBM stock rising again … Continue reading

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