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Jan 3, 2009
Peace in the Middle East, please... a plea.
Publicly criticizing Israel or the War on Drugs has not been a policy of the U.S. Government or corporate media outlets in nearly my entire lifetime... almost 35 years now.
It would blow my mind if Obama creates a global dialogue toward ending the growth of weaponry as an industry. Ending support of violent politics through military domination. Condemnation of torture and promotion of peace.
But the weight and momentum of history rises against these possibilities.
Israel has been fighting for it's right to displace indigenous people for 60 years now. For all that time, they have survived through U.S. military and political support.
Israel asserts itself as an independent nation by attacking it's hostile neighbors. For the first twenty days of 2009 the U.S. is forced into passive acceptance of attacks on a democratically elected government.
Even if Bush has an opinion about this situation, three out of four citizens don't like him enough to listen. The House and Senate are fractured and unable to initiate anything other than feeble reactions to whatever the President does. Plus, they are on their winter vacations now.
Israel has forced their position onto Obama's (our) future. They want war.
We know that for sure, for now.
"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.” - Pablo Neruda http://theunapologeticmexican.org/elmachete/palabras/
It would blow my mind if Obama creates a global dialogue toward ending the growth of weaponry as an industry. Ending support of violent politics through military domination. Condemnation of torture and promotion of peace.
But the weight and momentum of history rises against these possibilities.
Israel has been fighting for it's right to displace indigenous people for 60 years now. For all that time, they have survived through U.S. military and political support.
Israel asserts itself as an independent nation by attacking it's hostile neighbors. For the first twenty days of 2009 the U.S. is forced into passive acceptance of attacks on a democratically elected government.
Even if Bush has an opinion about this situation, three out of four citizens don't like him enough to listen. The House and Senate are fractured and unable to initiate anything other than feeble reactions to whatever the President does. Plus, they are on their winter vacations now.
Israel has forced their position onto Obama's (our) future. They want war.
We know that for sure, for now.
"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.” - Pablo Neruda http://theunapologeticmexican.org/elmachete/palabras/
Jan 1, 2009
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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It