(to the tune of “On Broadway” by Barry Mann, Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber & Cynthia Weil)
They say there’s profit to be made on Wall Street (on Wall Street).
That’s what the banksters & fraudsters, they all say (on Wall Street).
But when their schemes and bubbles burst,
It’s always us who get hurt the worst, Continue reading →
Unlawfully pincered between harsh collective punishment and base military aggression
The tear bedabbled faces of innocent children in constant lacrimation
Afforded no respite cling desperately to their progenitor for safety and protection
With breathtaking magnitude, resolute in forefending responsibility for war crimes and crimes against humanity
A darkly glib inhabits the psychic scape of a ruinously polished occupier seeking pseudo security
A wailing poignancy tearing at the very heart of a much troubled core
Drenched in a blood soaked landscape incessantly scarred by murderous lore
Powerfully bearing witness to insatiably violent gratuitous gore
No-where to escape from the invasive putrid sore
No-thing but wrought brutality and slaughter oozing from every pore
Aided and abetted by its coalition of the willing
Plundering Israel tears a thirst-deprived people and its parched land asunder
Under the auspices of its American heel
Raiding Israel steals away every last of drop of water
Aided and abetted by its coalition of the willing Continue reading →
Above our tiny village the stars in Allah’s sky shone bright.
The special wedding food and music had all filled me with delight.
We’d gathered there to celebrate the start of the new life
Of my gentle older brother and his lovely young wife.
Bill Moyers has a moving conversation with acclaimed poet and Poetry Magazine editor Christian Wiman about how finding true love and being diagnosed with a rare and incurable blood cancer reignited his religious passion as well as his creative expression.
“When we think of our memories, they’re moments of intensity. Whether they were sorrowful or happy, moments of great loneliness or moments of great communion — we live for these moments in our life.
We’re saturated with deceptive political advertising — aided and abetted now with spending by citizens, corporations and super PACs that seems to know no bounds. Add to that relatively cheap “buys” on the media landscape including television, the web, print media and social networks, and there’s no place for the electorate to escape.
A poem I wrote to highlight the difference between Jesus and false religion. In the scriptures Jesus received the most opposition from the most religious people of his day. At it’s core Jesus’ gospel and the good news of the Cross is in pure opposition to self-righteousness/self-justification. Religion is man centered, Jesus is God-centered. This poem highlights my journey to discover this truth. Religion either ends in pride or despair. Pride because you make a list and can do it and act better than everyone, or despair because you can’t do your own list of rules and feel “not good enough” for God. Continue reading →
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(to the tune of “O Little Town of Bethlehem”)
O little town of Washington
How we still see thee lie.
Above thy bloody, corrupt work
The weeping stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The Everlasting Fear:
Of losing your most cushy job
In elections next year.