Tag Archives: refugees

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

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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?  

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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┬áreading the book Harvest of Empire: The History of Latinos … Continue reading

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Let’s Create No More

Let us hate no more nameless refugees of war let’s create no more  

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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

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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

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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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