Tag Archives: working class

It’s a Privilege

Posted on January 18, 2019 by soitgoes1984

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading →

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My Father Is Like America

Posted on June 17, 2018 by soitgoes1984

He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading →

Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, dreams, family, father's day, government, greed, human rights, Iraq, money, Occupy, poem, Poetry, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, Yemen | Tagged alcohol, alcoholism, America, american dream, capitalism, domestic violence, father's day, greed, money, poem, poetry, violence, war, working class | Comments Off

Falling Dreams

Posted on July 16, 2017 by soitgoes1984

When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading →

Posted in american dream, animals, death, dreams, fall, family, farm, farming, farms, life, memories, poem, Poetry, roofing, Uncategorized, writing | Tagged american dream, cows, death, dreaming, dreams, falling, falling dreams, family, farming, farms, goats, grandfather, grandparents, nightmares, poems, poetry, roofing, Sheep, working class, writing | Comments Off

May Day

Posted on May 2, 2017 by soitgoes1984

It’s May Day May Day May Day come, workers of the world unite and fight for justice tell all the boys and girls that today’s the day, no need to pray we’ll stand up and we’ll fight and we won’t … Continue reading →

Posted in american dream, collateral damage, human rights, justice, Massachusetts, May Day, poem, Poetry, poverty, religion, soul, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, Workers rights, working class | Tagged american dream, howard zinn, Massachusetts, May Day, poem, poetry, violence, war, war tax resistance, Workers rights, working class | Comments Off

Revolution

Posted on August 20, 2015 by soitgoes1984

We kiss the rings of queens and kings as jesters laugh and hangmen sing as peasants toil in the field and taxmen sieze nine-tenths their yield to give the king and queen more jewels… Please question not, these are the … Continue reading →

Posted in poem, Poetry, revolution, war | Tagged bread and circuses, capitalism, democracy, Edward Bernays, freedom, poem, poetry, revolution, royalty, war, working class | Comments Off

April 21, 2006: The day Poppy fell off a roof for the last time

Posted on January 12, 2014 by soitgoes1984

written April 21, 2013 seven years ago today I was living in Portland, Maine, on my way home from work when I got the news that, for the second time in four years, my grandfather had fallen off a roof. … Continue reading →

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