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Tag Archives: working class
It’s a Privilege
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
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, death, family, government, grandfather, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poverty, racism, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, Bob Marley, death, drugs, hatred, life, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, tax resistance, war, white privilege, working class
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My Father Is Like America
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
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Falling Dreams
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
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May Day
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
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Revolution
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
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April 21, 2006: The day Poppy fell off a roof for the last time
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
Posted in death, family, fishing, grandfather, love, roofing, Uncategorized, working class
Tagged death, family, fishing, grandfather, love, roofing, working class
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