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at the end of the day
what would i have told future generations
at the end of the day?
would i have told future generations
that i fought the good fight?
would i have told future generations that i stood up for what is right?
what would i have told them?
that i stood up against tyranny and evil
what would i tell leon trotsky
if i see him on that white horse
what would i tell him
if i saw him at the pearly gates
would i tell him that i fought the good fight?
i don't know what i'd tell him
i'd tell him i was scared
i'd tell him i was scared
i'd tell him i was brave
i'd tell him i was noble
i'd tell him i was slave
i'd tell him i was kind
i'd tell him i was strong
i'd tell him i was meek
i'd tell him happy
i'd tell him i was sad
i'd tell him i was joyful
i'd tell him i was mad
i'd tell him i was enlightened
i'd tell him i was ignorant
but i'd tell him that
I fought the good fight.
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I want to go to Wrigley Field
Stand behind home plate
And point my finger at the left field wall
I do it to remember baseball
What it used to be
Simple
Pure
Dirt
Muscle
And spit
It used to be you could go to climb the fence and get in to Wrigley for free
Simpler times
Now you can't get in for less than a small fortune
Steroids and wall street
Great
I want to stand at home plate
And point my finger for a better world
Babe Ruth was certainly associated with the ruling class
But he played a sport of the people
And he represented a team whose city has some of the ,most ardent socialists in the world
So I know I'm reaching here
But I want to stand at Wrigley field
In the heart of america
And point my finger like babe ruth
Very unwitting representative
Of the nations working class
Pointing my finger to the beyond
In the heart of america
Pointing my finger to the beyond
Toward what's better.
Toward what's more.
Towards what America
Is supposed to be.
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I have found my voice
at humanity’s eleventh hour
I have found my voice because
I called upon humanity’s wisdom
and asked if I can help to deliver
to you
some units of joy
and lessons of love
so I ask you to hear humanity's inevitable lovesong
ancient
humble
soothing
And deliver me
deliver us
deliver me
on the days Jefferson spoke of inalienable rights
deliver us into that night of human liberation
when czars were overthrown and utopia envisioned
deliver me on the day Martin had his dream
deliver us on the day Paris’ commune became community
deliver me
deliver us
I say deliver me
And deliver us
Because without the us
there is no me
And without the me
There is no us
humanity’s struggle
constant argument between
Me
And
Us
The me and the us
Were at
Lexington Concord
Gettysburg
St. Petersburg
Stalingrad
Omaha beach
Paris, Prague, and Mexico in 1968
Tianenmen Square in 1989
And Occupy Wall Street
The me and the us
Are at kitchen table
Deciding whose childhood is spared
The me and the us are at
Parliaments all over the world
Deciding whose life is worthwhile
The me and the us are at the UN
Deciding which nations are worthwhile
The me and the us
History has been about the me and the us
History’s first experiment in liberation
Stalin and world interrupted, still insisting on the me
so I ask you, humanity
I implore you
In the name of so many terrified faces
In the name of so many torture chamber places
I ask you here and now
At humanity’s eleventh hour
brink of armaggedon's world war
to
Deliver me
And deliver us
Deliver us from humanity's dark night
let the children and future generations breathe
freedom's air
Deliver me
Deliver us
Deliver me
Deliver us.
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pornography
has to be
the ep-i-to-me
girls did not dream to be porn stars
girls dreamed to be teachers and lawyers
why o why
i ask you
does pornography
come and objectify
the bodies and minds
of so many
heartsouls
and do we not ask why
o why
do women and men have to lie
with each other
in the employ of pay
so that other lonely souls
can find a way to release
the stress
the barbaric system
that is capitalist
profit-driven
mad, insane world
unquestioned
by far too many
when real world is possible
when unity is possible
when one day we can turn pornography
into love
let us turn pornography into love
and understand
the word love
and make sex about love
about love
about love.
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i am an artist
i write because i feel
i write because somewhere the self censor button got removed, and
this thing we call technology
enabled and liberated
me
will i become famous?
i dont know
immortal?
i dont know
im just writing this poem to you right now
hoping for some peace
in this crazy world
hoping for some truth
hoping for some love.
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future generations of a democratic socialist society
will study our barbarity
and study
how and why
the transition from democratic socialism to communism
will be made with great care
to avoid the pitfalls of returning to capitalism
the communist society
will study us with sorrow
but the seeds of the work that we do
will later blossom as we are remembered as heroes
as those who stood
for the children of tomorrow.
bless us all.
truth peace and love be with us all.
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I love you
words spoken
in English Spanish Arabic Tagalog and Swahili
words spoken
by waitress
and by the tycoon
by the wife
and by the mistress
by the executive
and by the seamstress
words you hear
whispered
among those who kill
and among those who are killed
hatreds other face
destiny
of human race.
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im in the train station
of the city that i love
my city
they call it the second city
but it is second to none
it is the city of big shoulders indeed
big shoulders
fat shoulders
skinny shoulders
white shoulders
black shoulders
hispanic shoulders
asian shoulders
middle eastern shoulders
all kinds of shoulders
but above all
strong shoulders
shoulders strong enough to carry the heart of america
shoulders strong enough to carry the message of working class america
to the rest of the world
destiny
its where babe ruth pointed
its who sinatra sang about
its fundamentally blue collar
and down to earth
it is from the heart
because it is the heart
i love you
chicago.
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nightmares and dreams
are pangs of guilt
or desires for self discovery
screams asking for truth.
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why o why
is this cruel?
shattered dreams
beautiful people
eating gruel
why o why
is this world so cruel?
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