Oh beautiful for dumpstered food
And squatted foreclosed homes,
But empty parks with barricades
Are everywhere I roam!
America! America!
What has become of thee?
Or has it always been this way
And we just didn't see?
Oh beautiful for--free schools,
And roof-top garden beds.
But all around they tear them down,
Not legal's what they said.
America! America!
I have not what I need.
And when I try to plant my own
You dig up every seed.
O beautiful for citizens
Paint art upon on the bricks.
But your police don't keep the peace,
They beat us up with sticks.
America! America!
You try to crush my will.
When will the guns be taken from
The men who shoot to kill.
Oh beautiful for Spring is Here,
And fearless now we rise
Against the rent, of Government
And all it's violent lies.
America! America!
No borders will we keep,
But drink and bread and home and bed
For every one there'll be.
America! America!
Good riddance to your name.
For from the blood, runs through the mud
Is how you staked your claim.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
The Blood Splattered Banner
Oh, say can you see? By the cops out in force?
What they fear in our minds, that they cannot control.
I stand with the crowd through the perilous fight,
O'er barricades we stood while the parks they did hold;
And the floodlights bright glare, the chants sound in the air,
Gave proof through the fight that our pride won't be spared;
O say, does that blood-splattered banner still wave
O'er the land of the poor, and the home of the caged?
From my eyes dimly seen through the mists of the mace,
Where freedom's foe stands, in dread silence reposes,
What is that which we want, says the powerful face,
Pretends it doens't know, it conceals, not discloses.
Citizens film our dreams, as the camera light beams,
In full glory reflected now shines on livestream;
'Tis the blood-splattered banner; AS it burns to the ground
We the people won't stand, for the injustice we've found!
And where are those men who so desperately swore
That the injustice we face doesn't need revolution?
We know in our hearts that the power's no more,
For when faced with distress we provided solutions.
Free homes and free bread, as we honor the dead,
Free schools and free aide, is what we wanted instead
Of the prisons and jails on our bodies and minds,
For the land of the free, and the home of the kind!
O! thus be it ever, when freefolk shall stand
Between their loved homes and a soul-less Corporation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the poeple's own land,
Void the power that made and forced us into a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.
And this be our motto— "In Anarchism we trust; "
And the blood-splattered banner in defeat it shall burn
For the land of the free to whom all is well earned.
What they fear in our minds, that they cannot control.
I stand with the crowd through the perilous fight,
O'er barricades we stood while the parks they did hold;
And the floodlights bright glare, the chants sound in the air,
Gave proof through the fight that our pride won't be spared;
O say, does that blood-splattered banner still wave
O'er the land of the poor, and the home of the caged?
From my eyes dimly seen through the mists of the mace,
Where freedom's foe stands, in dread silence reposes,
What is that which we want, says the powerful face,
Pretends it doens't know, it conceals, not discloses.
Citizens film our dreams, as the camera light beams,
In full glory reflected now shines on livestream;
'Tis the blood-splattered banner; AS it burns to the ground
We the people won't stand, for the injustice we've found!
And where are those men who so desperately swore
That the injustice we face doesn't need revolution?
We know in our hearts that the power's no more,
For when faced with distress we provided solutions.
Free homes and free bread, as we honor the dead,
Free schools and free aide, is what we wanted instead
Of the prisons and jails on our bodies and minds,
For the land of the free, and the home of the kind!
O! thus be it ever, when freefolk shall stand
Between their loved homes and a soul-less Corporation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the poeple's own land,
Void the power that made and forced us into a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.
And this be our motto— "In Anarchism we trust; "
And the blood-splattered banner in defeat it shall burn
For the land of the free to whom all is well earned.
Letter To My Government
Dear Government;
This may come as a shock but I want you to take a paternity test.
I know it sounds crazy, you do seem so SURE you are my father. You've always acted as such and I was a dutiful child.
I followed your rules to the best of my ability (There are so MANY of them) and accepted your punishments. You always told me it would make me a better citizen.
I did the chores you assigned and accepted you meager allowances. You said they would build character, and that building character was more important than wealth.
The thing is and THIS is where I began to suspect our genes were not the same, you CHARGED me for everything. I paid for school. I paid for my doctor and my dentist. I paid for my apartments and home, my food and water. I paid for everything.
Not only that, but when tragedy struck, you abandoned me. Remember the floods and the hurricanes and tornadoes, even the earthquakes. When times were tough you were no where to be seen.
And what about the food shortages, and job crisis and when the banks took my home? You were on vacation. I know because the news reported it.
You told me in these times that tragedy built character. I believed you, but now I know you were merely trying to convince me of your paternity. You spent your time with other countries, protecting and fighting with them while I struggled alone.
When bad things happened you blamed others. You told me it wasn't your fault but if I just followed your rules I wouldn't have anything to fear, which I'm beginning to believe is nonsense.
So look, rather than maintaining this charade just send me some of your blood. No big deal. Let's just settle this so we can both move on.
Sincerely,
Jo Robin
This may come as a shock but I want you to take a paternity test.
I know it sounds crazy, you do seem so SURE you are my father. You've always acted as such and I was a dutiful child.
I followed your rules to the best of my ability (There are so MANY of them) and accepted your punishments. You always told me it would make me a better citizen.
I did the chores you assigned and accepted you meager allowances. You said they would build character, and that building character was more important than wealth.
The thing is and THIS is where I began to suspect our genes were not the same, you CHARGED me for everything. I paid for school. I paid for my doctor and my dentist. I paid for my apartments and home, my food and water. I paid for everything.
Not only that, but when tragedy struck, you abandoned me. Remember the floods and the hurricanes and tornadoes, even the earthquakes. When times were tough you were no where to be seen.
And what about the food shortages, and job crisis and when the banks took my home? You were on vacation. I know because the news reported it.
You told me in these times that tragedy built character. I believed you, but now I know you were merely trying to convince me of your paternity. You spent your time with other countries, protecting and fighting with them while I struggled alone.
When bad things happened you blamed others. You told me it wasn't your fault but if I just followed your rules I wouldn't have anything to fear, which I'm beginning to believe is nonsense.
So look, rather than maintaining this charade just send me some of your blood. No big deal. Let's just settle this so we can both move on.
Sincerely,
Jo Robin
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