14 October 2009
My tears are gasoline,
My snot explosive
I piss sulphuric acid
and dump brown bombs of hatred

  Oh, God, yes, I hate
the murderers of my People
of my Family
of my Ancestors
12 August 2007
When W builds his library,
I have a plan,
an old-fashioned 3-holer,
an outhouse set in quicksand.
A throne for Bush,one for Cheney,
one hole left for friend or dignitary.
Could be Powell,Bolton or...
02 June 2007
beneath the olive branch,
on the entrance of his
lone star ranch...
she stands.
Her face coverd by tears,
Tears for lost blood which now
covers his hands,
and pants.
All the while the olive...
28 May 2007
I remember when Memorial Day meant that we had learned that war was not the solution to any conflict, and vowed never again.

I remember when mothers who held their children close to their breast were not the same mothers who...
03 January 2007
Within the Walls of Freedom,
The sun shines so bright,
The colors are so many,
It all seems so right,

So many Arena Heroes,
So many Stars and Gold Icons,
Synthetic worship awards to all,
03 January 2007
I had a nightmare,
That the people of this Nation,
For the first time ever,
Will be in real despair,

That one day we will be judged,
By the color of our words in flair,
And not the contentment,...


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