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October 17, 2017


Free-Range Hate

Born hate-free, I was taught, Caught up in a time when crimes Against millions of people was fine And the social genocide of bigotry Was excused for me and practiced hourly Then daily and yearly and nobody said no, Oh no, don’t go there! Where was decency When everybody could use names Like flames to


There is a major shortage Especially in southern latitudes That creates an insufficiency Of any proportionate gratitude. They don’t realize down there That the 1970s gay rights fuss Let issues of personal freedom Come in from the back of the bus. These noisy not-very-Christians Should be standing up to cheer Instead of pissing and moaning


Once I loved my country Was filled up with pride That was before my country Suddenly fell over and died. It didn’t die spontaneously, My country was assassinated. Murdered by people who Lied, cheated and hated. The accomplices were folks Who stayed home and blamed And insisted that both parties Were essentially the same. Those

I Remember

  I remember so much But how much of it was true. I remember being much bigger And the house I lived in was too. I remember how deep the voices Of the adults living around me. I recall them as basso profundo, Not high, nasal and twangy. I remember people said things Like “God


  You people who say “There aren’t any gays In my race or church!” You’re so wrong, I say. You’re so wrong It will be hard to get back To right, you know, Where you went off track. You people who say There are no gays In our holy country You’re wrong too, I say.

Crippled By Hate

  How do you sleep at night With so much hate? You can still fix yourself. It’s not too late. Wake up and love people For who they are. First you must love yourself. That heals the scars. Hate generates much more hate. It’s a vicious circle you’re in. Someone upsets you too much And

Killing Fields of the USA

  Where are those killing fields? They are wherever we see The Master Race ignoring Peace, love and equality. If you’re not white And your state is red, Don’t be surprised If you end up dead. As maybe some one Will beat on your head And demand to know What goes on in your bed.

Celebrate Your Differences

I am older You are younger You are brown And I am white. I eat well while Your folks hunger. You work hard So that isn’t right. You are religious, I am surely not. This almost the only Difference we’ve got. You eat veggies And I eat meat. You can kiss your Lover in the

Sucker Punch

The land of the free The huddled masses Salute the flag and Raise your glasses. Just going along fine; You never had a hunch And then America gives A sneaky sucker punch. With malice toward none The land of equality Everyone the same Just like you and me, Unless he is black Or some other

Republican Credo

WishyWashington D.C., you see, consistently. They flip and they flop And they never seem to stop Unless we are talking about blacks Then they never take anything back. They want our wonderful free nation To turn back into a great big plantation Where the only people who have rights Are the wealthiest of all of

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