Elizabeth Warren not only hurt Bernie’s campaign in 2016, she damaged her own reputation when she endorsed Hillary Clinton.
Philosophy is dead. May theory reign supreme. For we don’t reflect, We plan, We vote, and we care. We are your neighbors, your daughters and sons, We are nothing to fear, Yet we are everything you hate. We are hear and we are loud. We are and will be hear until this work is done.
Cruel Reality A classic song screams out through my radio, “We won’t get fooled again!” Unless we don’t pay attention in history class, Or worse, when we don’t bother to ask any questions. Yet soft, Do not let your words enable “deconstruction.” Fight on weirdos, fight on freaks, Fight on. Stanza 2, the part whereContinue reading “Cruel Reality, a poem for our times”
The Poet as the Revolutionary The poet as a revolutionary is an all too common trope. So what happened? Where did they all go? Where are the poets and lyrics and bards who can spark the imagination of a generation to end the segregation and the era of hate. The poet as revolutionary, A commonContinue reading “The Poet as The Revolutionary”
How else will you get into the coffee shop? You’ll have to step over me. A lump or a mound of garbage, To you that is what I appear to be.
People Can Be Products Who are we but products? Products of our time and place? Dare what questions are such to be asked? Asked and then asked again! Trivial though it be, meaning is always the goal, the objective, the end. Are we just products? Products of anger, reaction, of hate, Or are we somethingContinue reading “People Can Be Products, A Socialist Poem”
Donald Trump Liked to hump Everything he’d see. It is no lie, His shut down made them die, The man is patriarchy. His face I dread, I wish he’d drop dead, To restore peace and liberty.
Many think that the Russiagate investigation will be the nation’s savior, they’re wrong.
Power is a Predator Escape is never possible, For a mind that never shuts off. Constant and endless flow, Ideas upon ideas, Questions arising ever second. Existence is not a question, It never was. Existence simply is, And survival is the question. How do you survive, When the powers are your predator? So many neverContinue reading “Power is a Predator (a socialist poem about living in the colonialist, racist patriarchy)”
It’s all well and good to say, “Smash the system!” I support and agree with that statement whole heartedly. However if we are not offering a genuine alternative to the status quo and the systems we are attacking then Leftists are screwing over ourselves by weakening our argument and, more importantly, we are screwing over the people we areContinue reading “Leftists, You Don’t Need to Have All The Answers, But You Need to Have Some Answers”
I have noticed a trend of behavior in activists, organizers and mobilizers where I live. Before I proceed though I want to make it abundantly clear that this is not a call out, nor is it directed at any specific person or organization. It is simply an observation that I have made after losing countContinue reading “Class not Cliques, An Observation About Organizing”
Commodity Everything from the human spirit to dignity has become a commodity. Oceans boil, Flowers wilt, And blood is spilled everywhere. We hold the wrong people to the worst scrutiny, and we continue to masterbate ourselves with patriotism. Commodities, Our time, Our minds and training, Just means to our bosses ends, only because they haveContinue reading “Commodity, You Are Not Your Surplus Value (a Socialist poem about humanity)”