Political

A Change You Can't Believe In

A change you might believe in

Was slowly compromised,

And nothing was accomplished

To better people's lives.



No bold decisive action--

Just posturing on the floor

Of the House and the Senate

And talks behind the door.



The public was left out

From hearings and debates,

Save for some town hall shouts

About the fascist state.



And so a monstrosity

Came to the light of day--

Two thousand plus pages

Of corporate giveaways.



So you can thank Obama

For this historic leap

Into politics as usual,

Where promises are cheap.





              December 21, 2009           

          

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War On Us

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Thought For Food

(welcome to nyc

welcome to the u.s. of free)



too many police on the scene

chasing everybody in

where no crimes been commit

i guess for original sin

i guess for troops in afghanistan

what are they fighting for again?

and i heard saddam came to be hung

but all the war's never gonna be won

cause it's never gonna be done

cause it's a war against us



this ev'ning i see extra lights flashing on the street

looks like an escort for the elite

or riot gear containing free speech

can't let that get out of hand can we?



they'd love to tell you exactly what i mean



i pass a caution tape scene as a new night flashes blue and red

gathering like a shooting range cash game

'round the body here cleaning crew closing in

bullet casings give the asphault a fresh shining



if he's innocent you can't wash away the chalk line



here's where guiliani sanctioned execution before trial

and unless you pay off there's cops on every corner

the reminders always in sight

that they cut crime down to size



the kid skateboarding in the park

that black man wielding a wallet at the cops

"let me see your ID"

i just thought you should know this,



the fourth amendment protects your right not to carry any



too many police on the scene

chasing everybody in

where no crimes been commit

i guess for original sin

i guess for troops in afghanistan

what are they fighting for again?

and i heard saddam came to be hung

but all the war's never gonna be won

cause it's never gonna be done

cause it's a war against us



ah, here's where guiliani sanctioned execution before trial

and unless you pay off there's cops on every corner

the reminders always in sight

that they cut crime down to size



the people laughing after dark

just hanging out on the block

"let's break it up right here"

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Hypocrites(Low Point V2)

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Thought For Food

killed socrates and you said no child's left behind

drop a bomb and say it's liberation

being pro life and pro war

being pro choice, making all these rules



my self determination's on winter break

and nuclear winter's setting in

so press the buttons already, stop bluffing



..these generations are hopeless...



these generations are hopeless,

is the best hope if we annihilate eachother?

flatten all the huts and mansions

yes the mansions, for once



would adam and eve bite the apple?

if it's adam and steve it won't matter

but at least they'll be free till they die

and meet this whole world of hypocrites  again



say god is love, only hate the sin

but in your black and white world it's us versus them

say god doesn't exist but you worship idols

you probably thought this puppet's the savior



the self esteem, your leadership is give and take

they have to give for you to take a piece

and why would they give you anything when you protest that way



..these generations are in line...



these generations wait in line,

though the best hope was if we washed the boundaries and chalk lines

but the conservative changed it all

and the liberal is keeping course



well, well, well



well i have no remorse for what i'm about to say

but it serves no point to the deaf, dumb and blind

so let's just all drink up the chosen flavor of koolaid

and get this jonestown earth raptured already



ah,

why do we always have to leave a drop behind?



killed socrates and you said no childs left behind

drop a bomb and say it's liberation

being pro life and pro war

(first drop a bomb on your house)

being pro choice, making all these rules

(first abort yourselves)



my self determination's on winter break

and nuclear winter's setting in

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HEALTHCARE

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TEACHING POEMS



                                  

            How many more people need to die?

            How many more people need to cry?

          How many more people need to ask why?

           How many more people need comprehend?

            So, this situation can end

         We know what is the right thing to do.

          It's true.

How many people need to lose a loved one, before

  this can get done?

How many people won't be heard because they can't afford?

    How many people need to lay in their beds,

  before people get it through your heads?

How many more people need to understand, before we take a stand?

   All the people, across this great land, understand.

  It, they wont hate.  They think it's great.

    They'll cooperate.  Cooperation across

  the nation, ovation, great, bipartisan.

          The young and the old.  A story finally told.

    Generations of people in this nation


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Tongue Tied

Say it son of Ephraim,

Say shibboleth,

And say it well.

Or cloven tongued and bloating,

In the crimson Jordan floating,

Go all the way to hell.




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Never Surrender to Guns

Guns are loaded with deadly bullets.

You can shoot us anywhere,anytime!



Boots are studded with iron heels.

You can stump on us to our death!



We are the ones who want peace

You are the ones who have guns!



Despite guns and peace are on different sides,

why won't you be the very ones

who protect peace instead of destroying?



You can shoot us at our heads or hearts

Use whatever guns and whatever bullets

to shoot us at whenever you like.



We are the ones who want peace

You are the ones who have guns!



Anyway you had better understand

that we will never surrender to guns.

So your guns are useless to kill us!

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The Bitter Harvests of Granada





The Bitter Harvests of Granada



A cool breeze strokes proud pines

Neath the haughty Alhambra

Where sway’d, dappled, shade

Shields those digging for Lorca



There a State reaps the harvest

Sown so long ago

But with seed stock so bitter

They'd rather not know





Federico Garcia Lorca



* 05 June 1898

† 19 August 1936

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Old Nightmares





We desecularised the old nightmares.

With trust in our swords and the strength in our hand,

but have no fear, this is no crusade.

Though we still fight the heathen and in his own land.

Never you mind, that your own homeland crumbles,

crushed at the whim of the priests of commerce,

who build temples of smoke on a basis of sand,

but summon the rains, with every prayer,

great showers of money, in which they may bathe,

Taxation or Yen, the taste is the same.

Whilst we scour the world for our faceless foe.

He sits tight in our cities, counting the dough.

Terrorists, Asteroids, a nuclear Iran,

Famine, Resource lock, Pestilence and War,

we have much to fear in the long days ahead

and a fearful folk are so easily led,

to the ballot, to the taxman and even to slaughter.

What will they take next, a son, or a daughter?


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SONIA SOTOMAYOR

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TEACHING POEMS



                    

                    You really can be see, anything you want.

                     You are see, a justice of

                 the highest court in the land

                 Everybody does understand.

    It's not from how you start, how low, it's how high you go

    From the ground, it's how high you fly.  

When you can be found.

                All the power in your hand.

            You can give justice.

                     You can be justice.

            You can sing a song.

                A song about a woman so strong,

               Roots and wings fly, as high as the sky,

                

    

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