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Human Chronicles (Part Two)

and here in the United States...
the flag of freedom desecrated.
betrayed by our own greed,
by the sins of 'I, Me, Mine'...
carrying the weight of the wars,
the patriotic lies,
the lives taken,
the peoples abused.
the karmic curse
of Native American blood,
the bodies of the slaves,
buried beneath the hanging tree.
the muffled cries of the immigrants
who did our farm work,
and were herded like cattle.
the ghosts of the common workers
pounding the unemployed streets.
too long, too long,
we've closed our eyes.
too long, too long,

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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Baudelaire

I think I understand you, Baudelaire,
With all your strangeness and perverted ways,
You whose fierce hatred of dull working days
Led you to seek your macabre visions there
Where shrouded night came creeping to ensnare
Your phantomfevered brain, with subtle maze
Of decomposéd loves, remorse, dismays,
And all the gnawing of a world's despair.
Within my soul you've set your blackest flag
And made my disillusioned heart your tomb ;
My mind which once was young and virginal
Is now a swamp, a spleenfilled pregnant womb
Of things abominable, things androgynal,
Flowers of Dissolution, Fleurs du Mal.

poem by Harry Crosby
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War

Peace is so boring
Let's go have a war,
That's just what the guns
And the soldiers are for;
Who cares if the country
Is not under threat,
Let's pour out some tears
And some blood and some sweat.

A pity to waste
Every bomb, every shell,
Let's prime every warhead
And blow them to hell;
So what if the U.N.
Has told us 'No dice'
We couldn't care less,
And cannot think twice.

We know that we know
What is best for the world,

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poem by John Carter Brown
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God Bless America? (A Sonnet)

Come all you people, join the applause
That patriots give to the Mother of Wars!
Let's crucify those left-wing types
Who won't bow down to the Stars 'n Stripes!
Bin Laden's dead, and Saddam Hussein,
The Yankees are winners again and again.
We're going to be masters in Afghanistan,
You just cannot beat an American man!
Our critics all think we did it for oil
But whatever you do someone's going to spoil
Your sense of achievement and justified pride
In your brothers in arms and the soldiers who died -
God bless America, raise her flag high,
Then look out the window and watch the pigs fly! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Believe In My Oath

Believe in my oath,
I do not pine away in the pangs of separation,
My lashes are not yet damp,
No one is between except ourselves.

Believe in my oath,
Inhabitants of the world
Do not have the strength to impede us
While moving ahead on the path of love.

I lived the moments of my past life,
Only tossing and panting for you;
But believe in my oath,
My fervour for you is not the same.

What is hidden in the sleeves,
You can not behold, believe in my oath,
The flag of compromise I do not hold in hand
I have even forgotten your name,
If you are faithless, believe in my oath,

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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Settlement

A settlement has been praised by the loners,
My individual salary is not slavery but good itself.
The real energy I must certainly communicate
Is like the flower-seeds of a future far too bright.
The real ones that enter the room are like the length
Of a human, and certainly a small man is a human.
They converge to see through the light of day,
Going to the goalkeeper is a good trick.
The settled populace penetrates like a worshipper
Of common decency, the very answer to society.
I felt your wages rise this day, and a historian is enough
To be called a flag of the nation, a real economist.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Concord Hymn

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.

poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The Lone Survivor

The sound of bugles dins louder at last,
The cavalry must be approaching near,
While here, nary one tiny cannon blast,
Is seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear;
And not a stir from all the dead around,
Friends and foes, as I return, splayed and still,
Had I not fled this fateful battleground,
My guts would also scatter on the fill;
But living in glory when others died,
This flag would be defiled held by my hand,
False History might have me glorified,
As lone surviving hero of my band;
......So, before greatness would to me extend,
......I must leave, a deserter till the end.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Big City Bop

Welcome to New York City
City that never sleeps,
Bean counters everywhere,
All play for keeps,
Skinny women, high heel shoes,
Trottin' to the the top,
High steppin' broken glass,
Doin' the Big City Bop.

Sunny San Francisco,
See vet with one leg,
Exercising freedom of speech,
Exercising freedom to beg,
Shoutin' to the chic
Good luck reaching the top,
Sea of debris, bold and meek,
Doin' the Big City Bop.

Welcome to Dallas,
Pick-ups whizzin' by

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poem by Richard Jarboe
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Esse Et Posse

The groan of fallen Hosts; a torrid glare
Of cities; battle-cries of Right and Wrong
Where armies shout to rocking fleets that roar
On thundering oceans to the thundering shore,
And high o'er all-long, long prolonged, along
The moaning caverns of the plaining air,-
The cry of conscious Fate. The firmament
Waves from above me like a tattered flag;
And as a soldier in his lowly tent
Looks up when a shot strikes the helpless rag
From o'er him, and beholds the canopy
Of Heaven, so, sudden to my startled eye,
The Heavens that shall be! The dream fades. I stand
Among the mourners of a mourning land.

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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