Middle Class Blues
Because over half of Twin Cities' Foodshelf visitors are employed.
There is a fire at the fire house
Run run run
More than a warning song
This is a mourning song
Sung before the pallbearers come
Boat people
With pails in hands
Trying to weather the storm
In a world of lost wages
We make the same
So we labor through breathing
And thank the world
For our tightening collars: ...more
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Unattained
Like many men,
When it comes to women,
I love that which I cannot have.
I’m in love with distance, you see;
Unbridgeable distance:
When she is over there;
Across the ocean
In a country with bad phone service;
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Caterpillar
Civilization
We have not always been on the outside of its definition
Absent from worldly negotiations
G8 summits without representation
We have not always been Third
No, we have not always been at the receiving end
Of strings-attached aids
The barrel of triggers pulled by our own
Donated by agents in faraway lands
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Tonight Before Tomorrow
It’s a new dawn,
With promises of a new beginning.
Unfortunately, it’s winter;
Sunrise doesn’t come as early as it used to.
So the children are still in bed, sleeping.
Mom and dad were out late last night;
They too are still in bed, sleeping.
Might as well;
When today leaves you spent and broken
By the side of the highway
Next to speeding Cadillacs,
You’d take comfort in sleep.
It’s the only way you can help from spitting your lungs out.
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Ant Walk
No she doesn’t understand
How could she
Feel your pain
When you cry
Because of a pinch
She shrugs, shakes off blows
Life’s kinks and kicks
Every noon and evening
Twice in the morning
Before stepping out her building.
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Cultured Hell
I’ll be the first to say
She and I
America, we ain’t been best of friends
But I must admit
Like McKay, I love this cultured hell that test by youth
This wicked stepmother with heart of gold
Torched blue hand of stone
Across the Atlantic
“Give me your tired , your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
And cactus feet
From the Caribbean to the Pacific
Yearning for a concrete fence of separation (more…) |
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50 Years
After nearly 400 years of exploitation
100 more of colonization
At the intersection of
Liberty and slavery
Self actualization and subordination
Independence and dependence
With a single NON!
We chose to be masters of our own destiny
And they regarded us as if we were wrong
If England was not wrong in 1640
In 1958, we were not wrong
If America was not wrong in 1776
In 1958, we were not wrong
If France was not wrong in 1789
In 1958, we were not wrong
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