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Cultural Appropriation
03:44
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The sun rises over a beautiful yard
My neighbors quiet as the dead
How many lives were lost to “secure” this land
Stolen by deceitful means years ago
The beauty of our spaces dwarfed
By incomparable greed for wealth
Means mistaken for an end
Surely a way to stop living
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
I live next to a graveyard
Yet I’m not haunted by bad dreams
I don’t need to live with synthetic dyes
And I don’t need to catch dreams I don’t plan to steal
Funny how so many who claim faithfulness
Worship idols of rectangular means
Adopt the faces of those their ancestors once slaughtered
Claiming it’s “all in good fun.”
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
Needless to say, this harms our health
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
Needless to say, this harms our health
So tell me, how would you feel
If you spent your life fighting unjust peoples
Only to pass away
And have those peoples’ children wear your face on a shirt
No amount of investment in sports or betting
Means you deserve to appropriate another person’s face
How can it be real that a white man wears a headdress
Shouts down a Native American man
The white man claiming his garb as sacred
Although its origin lies in the people who fought against white settlers
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
Needless to say, this harms our health
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
Needless to say, this harms our health
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
Needless to say, this harms our health
Cultures destroyed by the quest for wealth
Needless to say, this harms our health
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Larger Than Life
02:44
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Some holes
Gape so wide
They can
Not be filled
I see
One so big
It’s not
Visible
When I
Point it out
People
Ask me, “what?”
“Don’t you
Love this country?
Can’t you
Show your support?”
“I think not,”
I reply
When its form
Fills my eyes
Country is a big
Illusion built by masters
Used to silence us
Those whose minds are clear
Enough to see what happens
Behind the curtain
We are told to keep
Quiet with our gross dissent
Can’t be healthy, no
Come on, just let things
Continue as they have been
Perfect for rulers
Not so perfect for people
Whose livelihoods depend on
Work both mental, physical
Our opinions not present
On the table of debate
Why does history become
A story of rich, white men
Whose lives don’t even relate
To the 99%?
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Lines as straight as arrows
Colors bright as dye
Harvested from beaten backs
Scorched in fields so lush
Shapes emblematic as much
As they conjure images
A glorious past once shared
A massive illusion of collective proportions
For whose lives was this blood shed?
From whose backs were these lines dyed red?
Stars gather in a constellation
Contained within a box so tight
Inspire us to venture far without
Never once to look within
If we search behind our image
Becomes cloudy and murky
Whose idols are now worshiped?
Whose ideals have been stripped?
For whose lives was this blood shed?
From whose backs were these lines dyed red?
For whose lives was this blood shed?
From whose backs were these lines dyed red?
Centuries ago we must have banded together
To fight, though perhaps not with much joy
A common enemy we had, to be sure
Although our convictions likely lacked vigor
When an invisible enemy far away
Appears to be a convenient scapegoat
The ruling class may prophetically profit
By coercing the masses toward armed conflict
For whose lives was this blood shed?
From whose backs were these lines dyed red?
For whose lives was this blood shed?
From whose backs were these lines dyed red?
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Its glorious form, no, better yet, carcass
Sits by the dock of the bay, no better yet, lies
Purpose as cloudy as the waters upon which it sits
Promises unfulfilled for the disadvantaged peoples inhabiting it
This idle warship sits heavily armed
While public institutions meant for learning
Turn into prisons, their teachers’ hands tied
Slaves to the system of corporate control
Job security as flimsy as Jello
Evaluations tied to student scores
Achieved or coerced by standardized tests
Engineered by private companies
To cripple our system of public education
Save all the money for our big guns
Whose makers line pockets of all the rich sons
Their experience will never be on front lines
But still they’ll pretend that they risk their lives
Ask why the classrooms have dearth of materials
It’s because these are “failing” schools
And our government’s laws choose to punish the losers
Rather than bring them up to speed
Cripple our chances to level the field
Give our tax dollars to privatized yield
If a politician argues for educational choice
You can bet that they’d silence your voice
I can’t stand for this idle warship
Its turrets aimed not at foes but our solidarity
Abusing teens in cities with no job options
Throw away their lives to serve interests of the wealthy
I won’t stand by this idol worship
Cast down this flag flown for manipulative means
This rallying call to arms I won’t lift
Deep in my heart now exists an open rift
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Nyentek Chicago, Illinois
An “adventurer in electronic sounds-poetry” whose music is “mind-bending, at times blissfully bizarre.”
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