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FORECLOSURE

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               FORECLOSURE

                 Beyond the numbers of the economy.

               Beyond what we see on TV.

                There are the people.

               There are the families.  The children.

              Their stories.

                  They endure.

                 We do ignore.

                  In playing the blame game,

              Nobody wants to talk about the families and their insanity.

             The faces.

           They have to move to different places, spaces.

             They have to uproot, support.


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IRAN

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   They, in black and green can be seen.

   They, the victims of attack.

   They carry the flowers, they want the power to vote.

   A voice, a choice, from their throat.

  

   See, they want democracy.

   They want their voice, every word heard.

   They want free speech, a whole world to reach.

   They on the rooftops.

   Hundreds, thousands clap their hands.

   Everybody understands.

                      

   Their time is now.  Everybody says wow.

   A long fight.  A long night.

   Sides two, they defend, where will it end.

   They both want to be right.

   On them, are all eyes.

   The eyes of the world.  A new story they want to be told.  

   Their motions, their emotions.

   The screams, the cries, the cries, the asking why.

                                

    They hate, being under the rule of a dictate man.

                          

     They protest in the streets.

     They think it's neat.  They bring the heat.  

     Get the word out, scream and shout.

     They go online, the Internet.  

     Have they reached us all yet?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is for everybody who believes in peace and democracy.

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Motionless

The nation stares aghast at the now grim fortress, our icy fastness,

Once warmed by the fantasies of smug and silken sycophants

Where now broken panes admit the icy blasts:

Fresh air, even reality,  

Rhymless, terse, the much feared verse

No prettily dripped couplets to oil the ears of princes

No trite anthemic polishing of crowns

Polemic, critique and vitriol,  

The loose cannon drawing frowns  

Although his work largely leaves me cold

One glasshouse resident will I miss, at roll-call,

The stone thrower in Motion.

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Untitled -- 4.8.2009

KHADDAR ARMS



Man is an animal

with a peculiar smell

says Bertolt Brecht:



he smells a rotten rat

as he waves his khaddar arms

with fake smile





--R.K.SINGH

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There's Always Too Much Greed

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"It is this transition from an excess of greed to an excess of fear that President Roosevelt had in mind when he famously observed that the only thing we had to fear was fear itself," Summers said. "It is this transition that has happened in the United States today."



well....



some suit and tie told us to spend

to help his stocks mend

like the leeches rich men tend

to be, they'll absorb the rest of us



he declared on behalf of the state

refind our greed

like we had ever lost

that feeling-we'll just save it but not for the rest of us



they never mind making you fear

it's what they bred into you all these years

still, government wants you to spend,

(it's what they told you to do after nine eleven)

burn the rest of what little you may have left

(instead of taking time to think things over)

to help those dollar bills be just as good

in a garbage can to keep you warm



they say we need a little more greed now

(there's always too much greed)

who are they looking out for again?

who benefits when you overspend?

you can't buy yourself out of bankruptsy

unless you pay someone off

there's always too much greed

there's always too much fear



white house mansion our palace

we're not invited

like the kings that rich men tend

to be, they'll abhore the rest of us



politics on behalf of the bank

refind our green

like we ever stepped

outdoors-we'll just save it but not for practical use



they never mind making you fear

it's what they bred into you all these years

still, government wants you to spend,

(it's what they told you to do after nine eleven)

burn the rest of what little you may have left

(instead of taking time to think things over)

to help those dollar bills be just as good

in a garbage can to keep you warm



they say we need a little more greed now

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Kim's Game

Kim climbed the dizzying ladders of power,

With daddies help, one rung,

And no-one though that strange at all,

For the son of Kim Il Sung.

So the people dance and sing his praises.

With regulation steps and phrases.

With flawless grace and issued smile,

Insurance in the land so vile.

But it's time for Kim to pop his clogs,

And let another tyrant eat his dogs,

Until the North Koreans see,

That smiles won't break a tyranny.

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I'LL THROW A SHOE AT YOU.

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   If I don't like what you have to say.

    your way.

   There's one thing I'll do.



   I'll throw a shoe at you.

    

   Yes, it's true, that's what I'll do.

    I hope it won't make you blue.

    It won't be a loss.

   At you, my shoe, I'll toss.

   It's a way to vent.  A political statement.



    I'll throw a shoe at you.



     They did it in Iraq.

     They did it in China.

      I know you heard.  I'm spreading the word.

     It's the new thing in the world.

   A new story told.

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SHE

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THE WAR ON TERROR



       She's looking out the window.

     Day after day goes by.  Sometimes, she wants to cry.

     He went away and she does not know why.

     She's waiting by the door.

   She knows she must be strong.  Along.

     She feels all alone, waiting for him to come home.

     Why did he have to go?  The answer, she does'nt know.

     Why did he go away?  How long will he stay?  When will they be able to play?

     When will he return?  How a heart does burn.  How a heart does yearn.

  

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Fed Up

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Thought For Food

fed up with the way things are

you know you run out of patience

when there's no progress

people calling themselves progressives

conservatives, we get no where

it makes no difference

everyone has a savior

jesus or the secular christ

obama but it makes no difference

because they're all looking up



when the powers in their own hands

and i'm watching it get stolen out

i'm watching it trickle up



everyone who dances in the rain

dances in someone elses tears

everyone who dances in the rain

dances in someone elses tears

everyone who gets everything

has nothing left to fear

cause too many with tissue in hand

likes to watch movies of

people dancing in the rain

and dream it's them

and dream it's them

and i'm so fed up



i'm so dissapointed

with alot of people in my life

i used to admire

and even some i still appreciate

seem depreciated in value

seem to be selling themselves short

seem to be walking into the fire

pulling me along like children to the woods

the forest fire

should i hold on or let go?

got to risk myself for what i know

is right



one life to try, but why



when the powers in their own hands

am i watching it get stolen out

i'm watching it trickle up



everyone

everyone

everyone



everyone who dances in the rain

dances in someone elses tears

everyone who dances in the rain

dances in someone elses tears

everyone who gets everything

has nothing left to fear

cause too many with tissue in hand

likes to watch movies of

people dancing in the rain

and dream it's them

and dream it's them

and i'm so fed up



i'm so fed up

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