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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading

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If you remain silent

If you remain silent you will hear the sound  of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer   if you remain silent you will hear the sound  of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading

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Generations

Generations pass and we inherit more and more apathy Generations pass and they inherit more and more tragedy Generations pass and we inherit more and more debt Generations pass and they inherit more and more dead

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Moment Of Silence

We’re hooked on the stuff, addicted to violence and now, a moment of silence………………. ………………………………. …………now where were we oh, in front of the TV.    

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Violently Uprooted

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Bread And Circuses For The People

It was only a matter of time before something like this happened something awful like this but video games plus guns plus psychotropic drugs plus violence equals America and this is American just like apple pie and this is American … Continue reading

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The 13th

It’s Friday again, the thirteenth day of the seventh month of the year two thousand and eighteen and we don’t need scary movies anymore nothing is more violent nothing is more vicious nothing is more inhumane nothing is scarier than … Continue reading

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