Category: Political Poetry

Hope America, lift yourself up like some phoenix in some new day. It’s not too late to reclaim your good name as Land of Liberty. All of mankind has hoped in your great dream, based as it was on higher impulses that human beings can have to make a world where none need grovel at…

Apache Tears and those of kids in foster homes express the way it feels when the Beast does its favorite thing: tear people from their homes. Whether they’re carried off as slaves or driven out by foreclosure or burned out with scorched earth, the result is the same: communities and clans and tribes established before…

“It’s all right,” officials say, when we seek help. “You do what you have to do. Working two jobs, two forty-hour weeks, has now become a fact of life.” Nobody seems to question why we must make bricks by day and gather straw all night. “That’s how it is,” we tell our children with a…