Belly Dancing on the Dashboard

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Bury my heart here
Because mine eyes have seen enough suffering
My eyes have seen enough of man’s inhumanity to man
But this isn’t a Robert Burns poem, this is holy land
Where the sand is flying through the air
Where the sand is slip-sliding through the hourglass
And a long time ago they heard a Crash
Now there’s a crack and this sand is quick
Spilling out, making me sick
To think that we water our lawns
And they can’t get a drink
And we drink, and we drink…
And we watch football for the violence as much as the score
And they can take more, yes, they can take a lot
No, they won’t give up, no, they will not…
And they drink
And they drink
But it’s all polluted
And there’s a hole in their cup
Fill‘er up…
Fill‘er up…
Seventy dollars of gas
But it won’t last
And this won’t last
And soon enough
We’ll hear another crash
And the crack in this glass
will spread
like it did in the 80’s
to epidemic levels
disfiguring babies
depleted uranium
oh, my cranium…
oh, my cranium…
the Ukraine is weak!!!
I AM FROM THE UKRAINE!!!
And Kramer’s a racist
And Jerry drink’s coffee with comedians in cars
And I’m running out of
Friday night dive bars
Don’t drunk-drive cars
But still can’t make it past
security…
In-
-security
Check
Point
Check point
I’m a nervous-fucking-wreck
Point…
And I’m running out of my sandals
And we’re running out of sand
And they’re running out of water
But don’t our lawns look grand!!!
And…
There was a point
to all this
but I forget
and I forgot
my passport…
check
check point
check point
Chubby Checker
Psychopathic politicians
Out fishin’ in Chappaquiddick
On a mission
Impossible to tell
Right from left
Right
Left
Write
So I can pay admission
To the Bohemian club
And you must get
Bottle service
Can
I get bottle service
cans
Bottles and cans
Call collect
Cans
Message in a bottle
Glass
Bottle
Glass
Hourglass
Smash
Crack…
Snap
Crackle
Pop…
GMO cereal
And aspartame soda pop
Bottle
Glass bottle
Glass ceiling
Smash
Glass beer bottles
Glass
Looking glass
Smashed
Looking good
Looking at drunk Indian
Cleveland Indians
Cleveland rocks
Throw a rock at a tank
Throw a rock at a glass
Goliath
Holding scissors
Cutting paper copies
Of treaties and UN resolutions
In a glass
House
Glass houses
Glass
Smash
Pop
Soda POP
Pop bottle
Soda Stream flooding televisions
Scarlett Johansson
Super propaganda
Bowling for Columbus
Sailing on a Dead Sea
Scrolling through channels
Broken remote
Controlled
American dream
Homes
Built in the West
Bank rolling
Settlements
With watered green lawns
Green
Dollar bill green
Grass growing
And blood makes the green grass
Show
and tell me
Drinking water on settlement lawns is humane
Helping walls grow
Concrete walls growing
Watered with Coca Cola and Starbucks
in the West
Banksy’s open studio
Apartheid
art amongst olive trees
cut
trees
cut
bloodlines
cut
wrists
CUT!
Take two
Take
Two of these
Take one love away
Take the liberty to re-write history
Washing brains
Washing
Waters flowing freely through Gethsemane
Help the garden grow
Gethsemane
Kiss me on the cheek
Gethsemane
Bury my heart in
Gethsemane
I tore my ACL in a Walmart parking lot
Paved over history
Paved over Apache grave
Over
Under
On the game
In the
Prison yard
Prison bars
Looking up at the stars…
Looking glass
Scratched
Scratch my name on this wall
This
Prison wall
Apartheid wall
Mental prison
Walls
Fall
And Rome fell
Follow suite
Follow your heart
Queen of diamonds
On a Red Sea
Part
Bury me whole
I don’t have a heart
I’m a tin-man with wounded knees
And elbow grease…
Burning
Eyes
Burning villages
Burning bridges
Burning crosses on lawns
And running
Nostrils from the
Tear
Gas
Made in America
Concentration camps
Made in America
Freedom
Maid
At the white house
Seize property of
Japanese-Americans
interning at…
Google: ‘War Relocation Camps’
Read…
Concentrate…
Executive Order 9066
Concentrate…
Concentration camps
Not internment
Hitler ran death camps,
We ran
Concentrate
Concentrate…
And we dropped the bomb on the Japanese
Not the Nazis
Concentrate
Concentrate
Focus on the economy
Focus on the empire
Alligator tears for the holocaust
Alligator tears for war widows
We had Japan on it’s knees
But it was bombs away
Anyway
Firebombing
Firebombing
Firebombing…
Then the grand finale
To show the Rooski’s that
We ain’t gunna play nice
We TWICE raped
“virgin targets”
Blessed virgin
Marry me please?
Blessed
Trinity
Testing
Testing
One,
Two,
And on the third day he rose again…
That boy from the West Bank
Got run over by a tank
And his family cries
tear gas tears
and snots
and sweat
and fear
and blood makes the green grass grow
along a trail of tears
grow a tail
and shovel snow from the nuclear winter
make radiated snow men
yellow men
red men
Red Man Chewing Tobacco
Redskins beat the Cowboys
Rock beats scissors
And in fields of glyphosate
Kids play
Cowboys and Indians
Atlanta Braves play Cleveland Indians
Just ignore
Zionists and Palestinians
This land is your land
This land is my land
Crash landing on Plymouth Rock
Paper
Scissors
To cut off felt Mickey Mouse ears
At Disney Land
Walt Disney Land
Bombs landing on Pearl Harbor
Walt Disney land grab
Walt Disney was a Nazi
And the Warner Brothers were Jewish
And bunnies are nicer than mice anyhow
What up Doc? cure cancer
Walter White
cooking meth
Breaking Bad
Breaking waves in Ala Moana
Cooking Spam
And meth
Forget pounding Poi
And throw net fishing

 

Breaking bad
Breaking news,                                                                                                                                    it’s the Walking Dead
Colonized and occupied
dancing zombies
Dosey doe-                                                                                                                                                over dosing
Vilified
Christianized
Europeanized
“Civilized”
Hooked on English language phonics
Hooked on Spam
Hooked on meth
Cooking meth
Cooking Spam
Captain Cook
Cooking books
Titles and deeds
Missionary medicine
Stealing ocean front property
to build churches
and plantations
bringing sand to Waikiki
to create a postcard
and a red light district for sailors
who put a culture on the dashboard
dance for me
exotic
hypnotic
erotic
grass skirt and a coconut bikini top
shake
shake
shaken, not stirred
Mai Tai’s and Chi Chi’s
Strum a ukulele
As the Mormon’s tell your history
Leaving out pineapple plantations
and DDT
Christianizing Pele
Pushing firewater
And ice
Keep em’ liquored up and high
Give em’ strip clubs
Meth labs
And diabetes
While genetically modifying paradise
A steady diet of
Spam
and corn syrup cola
To wash down the venison…
The deer and the pigs
eat the antibiotic test crops
and Pele’s children
are the lab rats
and the test
is how much destruction the ʻāina can take
just how much torture can Pele take
before she blows her top?
And it’s a cop out to not care
And you ain’t going anywhere
Like the chemicals in the water and soil
Spoiling this beautiful earth
Spoiling souls
Soul searching
Stuck in an open-air prison
And precision bombs
Still kill babies in Gaza
And the Twelfth Imam isn’t helping
Tear down these walls
Where’s Mr. Gorbachev?
Tear down this wall…
And in the halls of congress
AIPAC hijacks history
But American activists throw stones hypocritically
From cracked-glass iPhones
Ripped from the grip of modern-day slavery…
And this white buffalo sure is savory
We ate their soul
Gave em’ liquor and casinos
Turned cultures into mascots
And others into red dots
On video game screens
Remote controlled peace doves
Reigning down democracy
And freedom
And love
Above Afghanistan
And Pakistan
And Yemen
And…
And…
And…the Rooski’s are the bad guys
and God is on our side…
And we love you
And let’s go get Vietnamese food Tonight
Agent Orange chicken
And an Arab Spring roll
Rock
Paper
Scissors
Rock
Rolling
Rock
Cluck cluck
Chicken
But the duck hunter games
Put guns into the hands
Of Reagan babies
And Ritalin tweaked our minds
But the 80’s
are ancient history
And now computer nerds hunt people
Not ducks
With drones
Not Nintendo’s
And we just
Must
Have the cultures we topple
Available for dinner
At Second Avenue restaurants
and eat their souls
Like white buffalo meat
or do you want Korean?
No, Vietnamese…
How about Thai?
No, wait…
There’s a new Hawaiian place
Will they serve Spam
And meth
With a side of invasion
And occupation                                                                                                                                      And annexation
And exploitation?
And can you taste
my breath?
Uncle Sam breathing down their necks
Every branch of the military
Still occupying these islands
But blind
We just see hula hips
And hear Elvis stealing another culture
While Iz cries
From an oversized grave                                                                                                                      Save
Coupons to buy

Over eighty-five percent of the food here is imported
And ninety percent of the energy needs
Come from overseas
Even though Pele’s perfectly capable of providing
They could feed themselves
Many times over
But, no
We stuck a dagger through Pele’s heart                                                                                      And took the most fertile land in the world
And this year round growing season
For inedible test crops
That these chemical companies
Import wage-slaves to grow
So, don’t drink the water
There’s glyphosate
But don’t bring it up
It’s a touchy subject
Because Monsanto’s the biggest employer
And they claim
To be Ohana
Claim to care
And Uncle Sam claims
That the locals are far better off
Because, without government…
Who would build the roads?
And who would allow chemical companies
To call themselves farmers
And make Zyklon B
Look like corn

Sweet
Sweet
Corn
Stick of butter
Salt shaker
Stick a culture on the dashboard
In a grass skirt
Shake them hula hips
But not in church!
These are Christian islands!
And without government
Who would give an energy company
A monopoly
Armed robbery
Wrapping red tape
Around a permitting process
Suffocating solar
To run an undersea cable
Through a whale sanctuary
Through a barrier reef
But there are barriers
To reefer
Green harvest
Starving island farmers
But roll out a cable
To give Honolulu a drop
In the bucket
Less than five percent
Of their energy needs
From windmills on younger islands
Where they don’t want a cable
Don’t want GMO open field tests
Or Spam
Or meth
They want to be free
They want sovereignty!

Afghanistan has been occupied
For a while,
But Hawaii?
Still…
Since the days
When they came
With stacks of bibles
And rifles
And built the old sugar mills
And moved in the navy
And the infantry
And marines…
Longest military occupation in US history
Since the kingdom fell
Well,…
Besides the mainland
There? It’s been centuries.

George Washington taught Ben-Gurion well
So, Palestinians still have a whole lot more hell to go through
Before their culture is left belly dancing on the dashboard
Before there are GMO test crops in Bil’in
Before they’re slinging Spam out of falafel carts in East Jerusalem
There’s still a lot more hell to go through
Before Gaza gets casinos and firewater
And Ramallah and Hebron get Mai Tai’s and meth labs
But I don’t know… what’s their M.O.?
You see, the west would slaughter ninety-five percent and Christianize the rest
But what will the Zionists do when they’re through?
Just how much have they learned from us?
Will there be casinos in Gaza?
Will they clear the rubble to build a Mediterranean resort community
with fancy restaurants where you have to call ahead to make
reservations…?
Will there be California surfer dudes living in VW buses
Watching a culture belly dancing on their dashboards
As they wash down spam sandwiches
With a Grande iced-latte served by a Palestinian woman                                                      forced to say “Have a nice day” for minimum wage at Starbucks?
Just how much have they learned from us?                                                                                Has the student surpassed the teacher?
They learn quick
These new kids on the block                                                                                                              in the land-grab candy shop with the golden ticket
Kid
Make your Papa proud
Learn quick
we’re kidding ourselves when we forget history
Forgot history
Misuse an inhumane tragedy
To justify inhumane “policy”
And it bothers me that we can’t see
That no one should get a pass on their actions today
Because of monsters of old
When people want peace not apartheid
For everyone, on both sides
So, a whole government is off limits now
Because they hijack and hide behind a religion
That by their actions they can’t possibly believe in?
And it’s a fucking sin
Tearing down a culture
Building settlements over graves
Dividing Isaac and Ishmael
With a US taxpayer funded wall
Oh brother, where art thou?
Not just another brick
Making me sick
Brick by brick
Dismantling the Warsaw Ghetto
Brick by
Bricks through the windows
Of Synagogues long forgotten
Left burning
With books
And bodies
And memories of Dachau
Bastardized
Torn from history
Pages
Burning pages
Put out with alligator tears
For grandparents
And great-grandparents
Burn bushes
And witches
And crosses
Burning crops
And villages
And when will it end?
And who will these words offend?
and please forgive me
For loving you
And all the belly dancers
And hula dancers
And fire dancers too
See, “I’m for truth,
no matter who tells it.
I’m for justice,
No matter who it’s for
Or against”
Said Brother Malcolm
And I agree
And
X marks the spot
On the map
Treasure map
Treasure
Take islands
Take
Manhattan
Take
Hawaii
Take
Turtle Island
Take
Alcatraz
I mean Gaza…                                                                                                                                          I mean
Take Lewis and Clark
Westward expansion
Take the West Bank
Expanding
Settlements
Take
Bank statements
Take
Banks taking houses
Foreclose on dream homes
Built in olive tree
Fields of dreams
I have a dream…No,
A nightmare of pineapple plantations
And liquor soaked reservations
Pineapple
Pine Ridge
Fill the fridge
With cheap beer and diet coke
I’ll have another
Coke and a smile
It’s been a while
But Isaac and Ishmael were brothers
And Jesus was a Jew
And he was born in the West Bank
And now we have praying Indians
And praying Hawaiians
With cigarettes
And Starbucks
And meth labs
And casinos
And GMO test crops
And waves
Crash into me
Crash
Smash what’s left of the hourglass
And take a crash course in humanity
Because time has run out…

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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