US Tax Dollars turn Medical School into Military Base

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not news, it’s 2004 more Monster Bush crimes
after US forces kidnapped duly elected
President Aristide
flew him from Haiti to Africa
Burning Bush turned their medical school into a military base
no surprise to Bushites
who’d rather kill than heal

seven years in exile and now home
oh say did we hear how loudly cheered
by Haitians so full of love and joy
their beloved Aristide
came home.

and did i hear you say
Mr. and Mrs. U S of A
“I’m only paying my taxes,
not my fault.”
then hear me say
“I if you did not practice your constitutional rights
and stand/speak against injustices
committed using your tax dollars,
it IS your fault.”

President Aristide returning home, sorry Monster Bush

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after seven years in exile from Haiti
he flies home today
despite US pressure on South Africa to keep him
SA does the honorable thing and refuses
to obey “the one great super power”

Dear Frenchmen, lend me your ear
now is a good time to pay your dues plus interest
in forcing Haitians to pay for your departure
from the first democratic country in
the western hemisphere
a country where slaves revolted
and threw them out, but not without
France demanding many coins.

the times
they are
a’changing…

Purgatory?

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i guess i’ll believe in Purgatory if/when i get there

hell well known
opulent somewhere housewives
“gorgeous and blond or other”
while mothers, fathers, children, elders
live the pain of earthquake and flood

abyss

only love may cross over

the poet pens in his lonely din
crying blood tears
many long years
light the candle now
cigarette in mouth or tray
he pauses to remember

it was a lovely day almost
and almost hard to remember
but now
the wave of grief is headed this way
time to lie my body down
go to sleep
and pray.

o Christina, don’t you cry for me

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can’t go to Lo’sianan
Haiti still cryin’
Japan now in the number
of those Saints
marching in and out again
Wiki Leaks lets out
ugly vile secrets
workers get less and less
fat cats want more and more
$’s spent shipping cats and dogs
from Iraq to America
old Egyptian Gods laugh “ho ho ho”
false prophets for profit scribble
“give me your money and I will save you,
THY God told me to tell you this.”

oh sad and simple wants:
civility
respect
understanding

goin’ home now
toy piano on my knee
gonna sing some true saint songs…

imagine
what the world needs now
crown the good with brotherhood
a daisy a day
Bill Baily won’t you please come home.

Where is the brotherhood God blessed America with?

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America America
` We ain’t gonna take it anymore

God shed his grace on thee
` Hell no! We won’t go!

And crowned thy good
` In the streets of Wisconsin

With brotherhood
` In streets across our US of A

From sea to shining sea
` 400 richest Americans
` have picked our pockets
` “all” is not enough for them.

The people

united

will never be defeated!

Too late to sit at home and hope.

She expected to die laughing. Instead she died singing.

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o what to sing?
“The 1st species who self-immolates”
or
“Be careful who you kick on the way up”.

Orcas threaten to send battleships down
the Suez Canal – ordered to do so
by Sub-Humans,
to stir the pot, boil to bubble.

if you thing he’s a saint he probably Is
if he’s wearing raggedy baggedy cloths
and sounds a little bit crazy.
be careful who you kick
on your way up.

“Sing it now, my baby
sing it now.”

if you read news somewhere that
Muslims are marching on Washington
take a deep breath
and another
then find a second news source.

what do you say Hewie and Dewey
where did you leave Louie?

last seen she was calling on
grandpas and grandmas
great, and great great et al
to come to the aid of our children.

Oh National Savior
being damned if you do and damned if you don’t
may the Holy Peace Doves
be your guide and comfort
forgive those who lose hope
as we learn to embrace those
who still hate because they still fear
the boogie man with bogus one liners
that appeal to our baser instincts.
Amen.

full moon full of Georgia’s kind a’clouds

full moon full
of Georgia’s kind a’clouds
it’s 6:31 am and still 15-20 degrees
from sliding from my horizon
into yours
how much future
does a little planet need
to complete the cycle birth/death?
how soon ya think Arabs
will throw out the Saudis?
Tut Tut little despot
even if the people’s will
is not answered this round
He knows now
and the whole world is webbed
wired and transmitting
Saudi cruelty

tiny bits of pink sky
behind the Georgia clouds
pretty moon
now playing hid/peek
oops! get ready
it’s on it’s way over
quite a Lulu last night
full of young artists
celebrating
a collage of doers
allowed to view a tad
of conscious raising
efforts
rewarded.

Dear Daddy Long Legs

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did you ever get back to
Iran to see your mother?
has my blue tree
gathered dust?
of Paris
does she still applaud
your efforts?
here across the ocean
we are fed:
)Letters from Juliet
fueling the forlorn
still dreaming
“happy together
ever after”
)pimping
botox
wrinkle removers
hair replacers
et al ad nauseam
youthenizers
superficial beautyizers

your stupa appears
time worn of usage
in consciousness rising
where once Summer
and River played catch
with precious gems
across and mid construction
when Jasun & Katie did
a hooligan dance

will Arbie produce the play
where saints go marching in
led by Christina Green
and nary a named saint
among them?

how am i? good
having just mastered the art
of only one beep instead of five
from my microwave
a little one more step
a little better to hear
silence
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“To Be AND Not To Be.” THAT is the answer.

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everything’s all about me
everything’s not all about me
everything’s all about you
everything’s not all about you

her heart thrills at the view
he feels the thrill
forget valentines
love is a verb

jailed he missed most
her smiles and laughter
a living valentine
beyond his departure

if the final words
he/she has to say are
“he/she was a good person”
i think we can make it…

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