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Category Archives: my own poetry
The uber rich have destroyed our middle class polity
The über rich have destroyed our middle class polity. They are the king-makers in our guttered history. The royals have returned with a refurbished crown: Corporations now have the halo of personal charm. America, it turns out, has exalted greed … Continue reading
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On this day, the New Life began to never end
On this day, the New Life began to never end: The God-Man lives this Life with His companions. But not as God- only as Man and elder brother Does he walk and beg incognito as the Friend. “No Sheikh, no … Continue reading
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When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play
When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play- But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay. When vast lands are invaded for “freedom’s” sake, Innocents are killed and maimed every day. We have no god greater than our own … Continue reading
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The filthy rich drop to their knees
The filthy rich drop to their knees And scrub and bleach the dirty fact: Their lucre ignores the tired pleas Of the bent worker’s aching back. Print Friendly
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The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/29039082″] The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel Was built to honor the cries of every idol. Nimrod had fattened the many gods whose hunger Was a frightful clamoring, and drunken rabble. The State was all-mighty, and … Continue reading
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We shout as cracks widen under our feet
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/29150491″] We shout as cracks widen under our feet, Shards of glass fly along the broken street. All the many promises we promised to keep, Pile into one another in a bloody heap. Eyes wide shut stare at the … Continue reading
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Look, Rick Perry can fix it:
Look, Rick Perry can fix it: He’s a master of bullshit. Texan swagger blesses heaven, Even if God looks craven. Print Friendly
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The full moon rises and the sun sinks
The full moon rises and the sun sinks. Now the time for perfect doublethink, But for the myriad sharp eyes that Snicker, and shamelessly wink and wink. Print Friendly
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Emerson walks and talks just fine
Emerson walks and talks just fine: He reads the Vedas for breakfast, And invites new Brahmins to dine. The vigor of his table outlasts. Print Friendly
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What price the lie that cuddles pride?
What price the lie that cuddles pride? We cannot hide a frightful stare. The mirror cracks and shards slide Over hands too red to compare. Print Friendly
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