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Where Are The Adults?

where are fuck are the adults in the room? we’re broken, crying, and dying too soon. everyday heroes murdered in the streets while trauma victims barely make ends meet Facism came with a Cross and a Flag the rich accounts soar while our spirits sag body bags...

Hope in the Rain

It’s hard to follow our thoughts but there is hope in the rain gone was the summer of love became a summer of pain one hundred fifty thousand deaths an unwashable stain needless hurt from GOP greed on deaf ears we cry in vain in the fight against injustice we...

The Victims of Violence

the victims of violence will no longer be silent home, in this era of terror   we take care of our seeds we provide for their needs but money is worth more than lives   children’s deaths yield mother’s tears while you profit from the fears go,...

Resist – Limericks (VA 2017)

Resist – Poetry (Other) – VA 2017   just when it seems within reach foundations of progress are breeched you want it all to burn defeat is what you yearn you delay us with your speech   shouting until our throats are sore it’s clear I...

The minute feels an age

A day is too large to judge The hour refreshes anew Through the muck and the sludge The changes ring true The minute feels an age We need long periods of rest Must make everyone rage Again we need all at their best Reaching out was wrong The wonders never cease Being...

Drink to Remember

We used to drink to remember Now we drink to forget. We once knew joy and fun Now the patterns are set. There’s little of age and old It’s not the year but the mile. Early deaths you’ve bought and sold Remember when love was in style? Passion but a...