Still Loving Mas'sa
Yes'sa walmart
yes'sa Lowe's
yes'sa kfc
yes'sa Sam's club
yes'sa MC/Donald's
yes'sa burger king
etc...
You have kelp my people...
In the slave ring...
A non-living wage...
A non-comprehensive health care...
Working for you...
While seeking help at the county hospital...
Working for you and still...
Standing in a read line...
Tears are as the days of slavery...
Still loving mas'sa...
We had jobs even then...
No! health benefits...
Nop rise in wage...
There os no turn of the page...
Pimping me and mine...
Without wasting anytime...
Is still a crime...
Over time.
Non-amercians comes to this land...
Yet I am still less...then
That woman of man...
And you america gives me...
A job when you can...
And for that...
I stand.
Still loving Mas'sa...
Some food is better then no food...
Death means no food at all...
We've build many things in this land...
And America can't call me MAN.!
And for that I stand.
Lost my arm or leg...
Eye or ear...
And we still are not fee here.
Still loving mas'sa...
Respect me for who or what I am...
A man or woman with a family...
We need a comprehensive health care...
As well as a workable living wage...
I see 'willie lynch' at work here...
In this land of the free...
America your freedom and your willie lynch...
Works agaist me.
Mas'sa Mas'sa! let us be...
We evaluate our self esteem...
To those who died and the 'Dream'...
You my review if you will...
But our families 'America' you will not kill.
If you want me...
There is a standard,
You must OBEY.
A living wage starts today.
Do us as you do to others...
Respect us and our brothers.
A gun, we will not...
Pick up, and a dance we will not do.
So I guess there is no mo' loving you.
The constitution is remarkable...
And so is 'willie lynch'
God is watching in that sense...
So now we stand...
Not with rifle in hand...
But with paper and pin.
A man now and a man then.
Respect and self-esteem...
Will give us the know how...
Like that 'Apple a Day'
Education will be the way.
Still loving mas'sa,
We will no longer has to say...
My brothers and sisters before me,
Have made us see...
How to live in america and still be free.
Short not ourtselves,
And give life to everything else.
whisperkwane
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Love America
America is a beautiful country
Where millions of people live
America is a loving country
That loves to give
America is so beautiful
The people and things are too
So are the 50 stars & 13 stripes
In red, white & blue
Americal is so loving
They give when anyone need
If they know of anyone hungry
They'll send them food to feed
America is so beautiful
It's also a loving place
America has the most beauty & love
Because it's mixed with every race
America is America
America is America the land of the free, born in
the hope of a new world created, amongst men
who believed the vision of liberty and a freedom
to live in this glorious world
as inspired by valued people, created by its natural
landscaping, bounded by principles that to live in
harmony with nature has come to witness the wisdom
of our dear forefather the dignity of each man, living
in a time of what has been bless by the Almighty Father
perfected by His creation
as the spring birth the summer breeze, and the night
comes after the day, the morning has bless the loving
people of America, where respect and understanding
welcome all nation to shelter, the cheddar of Lebanon
Oh! America, where every hope comes in the most
expected ways, come swift it away for the day has given
to you to stay, Nay! America leaves us with pain, our
hearts echo it joy to renew the eternity bell, where you
always there to lend your hand, Alas! America, your
the answer of our call, the unity that we almost fall, the
clings of every nation souls to live freely as everybody
wants to be free
America is America, the journey that always there, the
step that make us well and the nation that takes you there
Viva America!
poem by Antonio Liao
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Milk And Honey
Welcome to the land of milk and honey
This is where your braves died to be free
Living in those days for love or money
Left your heart and soul at wounded knee
History and time are all you have now
You were free from sea to shining sea
But thats no matter to the folks who live here
You only ride your ponies on t.v.
Weve got everything youll ever need
Weve got everything youll ever need
eEverything youll ever need
America, America
America, America
All your pride was wasted aint that funny
You never tried to bite the feeding hand
Welcome to this land of milk and honey
Where they keep you fenced on burning sand
War dance for the customers on fridays
Birthrights up for sale in tourist stores
Carved your land and faces on your mountains
Crazy horse can never tie the score
Weve got everything youll ever need
Weve got everything youll ever need
Everything youll ever need
America, America
America, America
America, America
America, America
song performed by by Nazareth
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America
(Francis Scott Key)
Oh, say, can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched were so
Gallantly streaming?
America, America, America
America, America, America
And the rocket's red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there
Oh, say, does that star
Spangled banner yet wave
Over the land of the free
And the home of the brave!
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America
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song performed by by Lou Reed
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Black Man In America
Black Man In America for to long our chains held us so tight
beaten down as far as the dust chained to the night
Black Man In America can't you see
we free now at least physically
but freedom isn't free if we still enslaved mentally
Black Man In America stand up and let your voices be heard your families are calling you because they don't deserve to be deserted or mistreated
let us be stronger than they because the greatest retalation is providing a successful way
for your black babies and mine to have a brighter day
they are calling out to you heed their cry and respond favorably to them saying here am I
Black Man In America we must continue to wage this fight and let our hands be strong and our fingers do the fightin'
Black Man In America a success you must become because without success our freedom wasn't really won
Black Man In America stand up and be heard its imperative for you to provide the light for a brighter day that your children so richly deserve
Black Man In America
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Milk & Honey
Welcome to the land of milk and honey
This is where your braves died to be free
Living in those days for love or money
Left your heart and soul at wounded knee
History and time are all you have now
You were free from sea to shining sea
But thats no matter to the folks who live here
You only ride your ponies on t.v.
Weve got everything youll ever need
Weve got everything youll ever need
Eeverything youll ever need
America, america
America, america
All your pride was wasted aint that funny
You never tried to bite the feeding hand
Welcome to this land of milk and honey
Where they keep you fenced on burning sand
War dance for the customers on fridays
Birthrights up for sale in tourist stores
Carved your land and faces on your mountains
Crazy horse can never tie the score
Weve got everything youll ever need
Weve got everything youll ever need
Everything youll ever need
America, america
America, america
America, america
America, america
(written and arranged by nazareth)
Copyright 1983 fool circle limited
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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America The Land Of The Free
America the land of the free.
The land of the free?
America has the highest
imprisonment
rate in the world not
just in the free world
in the entire world!
America number one
imprisonment double most contenders!
Imprison ethnic poor
imprison your citizens
double above most
imprisonment nations!
America the land of the lie
the land where dreams are sold!
The country devoting most
money into building prisons
massive state penitentiary!
A country delighting in
convictions for serious crimes!
Did you ever think
it might be cheaper?
it might be a better?
system to spent
more on health care
education crime
prevention!
America the land
that can provide
outlet liquor store
outlet gun store
within all worst
crack crime urban
areas because
we all know
alcohol guns
readily available to minors
gangs desperate people is the best
crime prevention policy in
America the land of the free?
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Land of Love
Can we talk over coffee…
And see how wrong we are…
The world is watching…
Who we are…compared…
To whom we are…
Murder in our schools…
Our raping of land…
God does not bless the ugly…
Man…
Smiles we show while…
On the go…
Shuffling the poor to and fro…
Killing the poor no one knows…
“God Bless America”…
That we shout from mountain…
And roof tops alike…
Which is really a bunch…
Of croak…
“By God”…
When are we going to grow up…
And feed the poor….
And stop walking the rich…
Ain’t …That a bit-…
When we to live the constitution…
And leave capitalism to the dead…
(Martin Luther King) …had a dream…
As did America forefathers…
So which dream is coming true?
Do we (America) have so many…
Children we don’t know what…
To do…?
Come down off that high horse…
Which we (America) ride…
Doing a dance…known as the slide…
Who are we really…?
What kind of people are we really…?
And for…....
I pledge and die…
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08
Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America
Copyright 3-29-08 ©® Corey Threet
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poem by Corey Threet
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Atomic Insanity Bomb
America, we're drained of enthusiasm for you
America, why this meaningless war?
America, you are no longer beautiful
America, when will you see the light?
When will you call peace and dance and sing
When will you look in the mirror
and see the menace you have become?
When will you read the philosophies of God
that say Thou Shalt Not Kill?
America, when will you open your eyes?
America, why do you dye the shores red?
Why are the guns loaded with skulls?
Why do you leave your brothers behind
To charge bull-like at a cloth too large for you?
America, why are you putting a gun to your head?
America, stop killing me I'm not
Innocent, not Guilty
AMERICA STOP PUSHING!
America don't liberate me I'm already independent.
America I refuse to give up my rights
I refuse to give up others' rights
America don't reject your own
America the HATE is growing
They're rising up growing
America, let the prisoners go
The scholars of war in peace in hate in freedom
The Ginsbergs and Kerouacs and Dickesons and Whitmans
Of generations past
Free the ones whose philosophies peace it together
America your war is at home
America what is your motto?
Mission is not accomplished
It has just started.
America you have life to give,
not take away.
America, you deserve this war
America, my love for you is gone
America, monster, stop your screaming slashing rage
Look into your past
America LEARN from your mistakes
America, make it continue
AMERICA MAKE IT STOP
poem by Lex Newman
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Take A Good Look At Our Home Land
Oh people of America, people of America
Take a good look at our homeland
Do you really understand
Before you finish reading this poem
Do you have a daughter or son
Young people are leaving their home at an early age
Yet, there is a need for someone to be saved
Take a good look at our homeland
Many people are playing in the same band
Along the eastern coast of our nation
What do you see in the making?
Oh America, America, America
Why not be a complete free nation
Do you see this in the making?
For many years our country has been blessed
Now someone inside is making a big mess
Why pick up guns and fight against each other
Why not love as sisters and brothers
Oh something is going wrong today
People are looking the other way
Our POW'S have been freed
Is there another war in the making like most people believe
At Wounded Knee, S.D. our brothers and sisters
Want a little more freedom
Can you see this in the making?
America, America God shared his grace on thee
Yes he shared his grace for you and me
I want you, you and you
To take a good look at our homeland
When you get back will you take a stand?
Maybe you are thinking about playing in the same band
The only thing i ask you and you to do
Love your sisters and brothers
The way God loves me and you
poem by Leon Thomas Lee
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Jobism-According to Uncle Bob
'Jobism'
he said
'the real disease of the 2Oth century'
Bob was warming up to the topic.
'Now you take my grandfather,
what he wanted was his own piece of land
the ability to run his own life
he didn't work all his life for a job.
He worked for land and the independence
that land meant.
It has been that way for all of history of the human race.
From the cave man marking up the cave walls
to the rancher, the farmer
and the homesteader,
all we have ever wanted was a piece of land
to call our own.
My people came here to America not for a job
but for freedom.
Now we are settling for cubicles.
Mere one-hundred years ago
they taxed us off the land
gave to the corporations;
the farmers left the land,
got herded
into the dirty cities
plopped down into factories
becoming wage-slaves.
My Grandad is still bitter about that.
Now our kids are taught be good,
get a good education
and try to get a good wage-slave job.
One hundred years ago
it was get your own piece of land,
be independent,
don't be beholden to any man,
don't let the authorities run your life.
What a change huh?
This has had for more impact
than we think.
Hitler's minions asked why did they gas the Jews
and their answers were, 'it was my job.'
People in experiments will kill other people
if scientists in white lab coats tell them its ok to do so.
Whole nations go to war and maim
because somebody told them it was their job to do so.
Job one
means obedience is number two,
obedience to those that you might not ever obey
except for they tell you
obey me or your family starves.
or you can't get a good job.
We need to sever the wage-slave
from the job
which enslaves.
Cities never really worked
they create wealth for the few
and poverty for the many. Still does.
My idea, ' he said'
is I don't want no job:
I want independence.
Then he smiled.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Living Wage!
a living wage....
seems like not so much
to ask... after 40 years
of
...working
.....daylight
.........to
...........dusk....
feeding someone elses dream...
America the great,
...America the fallen,
can
...you
.....not hear?
can
...you
.....not
.......feel?
the men and women
that built your highways,
your cities and towns...
worked your mills,
your factories, your farms,
are crying out!
we have to eat too!
we need shelter!
we need hope!
honest hard working people...
is this
...how you
......pay us back?
do you remember our names?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I'm Glad I Live Here
America has its problems
Soldiers sacrificing lives for others
Apart from their families for so long
Living every day in a foreign land
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
So many people without homes
Living on the streets desperate for shelter
Cold and sick they suffer each day
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Countless people in poverty
Families unable to pay for their needs
Begging for help from others and the government
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Illegal immigrants in our country
Working the jobs many of us refuse
Causing an uproar all around
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Extremely high gas prices
Drivers unable to afford anything else
Because gas prices leave a hole in their pockets
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Disputes over the current president
Whether he’s doing well running the country
Many disputes between Democrats and Republicans
But I’m glad I live here
poem by Natalie Collins
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Visionaries
America was a dream.
America was a vision
Made by believers
Who made a decision
To break away from old mistakes
And start something new.
It did not come easy.
The believers were just a few.
But it only takes a few
To believe in what is right.
And so America started
But not without a fight.
It was about taxes
Just like it is today.
But instead of King George
It’s the politicos taking our pay.
So where do we stand now?
We’re in the same boat.
Slowly we are sinking.
We can’t stay afloat.
We need new believers
To take up the fight
And lead us with new vision
And true insight.
We are people of every color.
We are people of every creed.
We offered freedom
To people all in need.
But the politicos have turned us
One against the other
And ratcheted up the hate
In this land that is our mother.
America where’s your dream?
America where’s your vision?
Where are the believers to make a good decision?
They’ve gone to the Promised Land
And what do they see?
As they look upon us all
They see that we’re not free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Why America
America, America you don't know me,
But dear America I know you.
I see you in the faces of young people,
I watch you sleep in your crib at night.
I hear your voice in the crowded streets,
I taste your soul in the resturants at dinner time.
Why America have you forgotten about us?
You got too big and you left us behind.
Not thinking about the little man,
We were just a waste of your time.
Dear America turn back and look at what you are,
The wind in our hair, the dirt in our pots,
The rain on our cheeks, the oil in our homes.
America why would you allow yourself to forget?
We made you what you are today.
We the little man dug into your land to find oil.
We turned over your soil to feed the pig you are now.
We America are who you should thank
We, America are the working class people.
Without us there is no you.
Without the work we do there is no product,
Without the product there is no profit.
We, America fuel you, yet you leave us behind.
It's okay though, all is forgiven.
WE FORGIVE YOU! !
poem by Racquel Davis
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America!
America;
Land of sirens shattered, evil and bestowed Lavish and forgiving.
America;
Homeland to many, Home to few.
Seeking Fame treasuries, under silence.
America;
Tainted moonshine dreams.
Land of silent thunder and blinding lightning.
America:
The way we live.
The way we die.
America;
Republic under siege, and fire.
America;
Dream big: seem bigger.
Raise rooftops; smoke of fire.
America;
Intelligence divine, growing health.
America;
Illuminates under dark skies, furious and stolen.
Images of the night scene, alcohol-burning retinas. Cigar tainting lungs.
America;
Land of eternal debt for fossils.
America;
Eating dirty stairs, climbing to new heights.
America;
Lonely under crosses.
America;
Cotton candy zealousness.
America;
Dreaming, infinitely unsettled. Promised and found beauty.
America;
Insearch of a dream. Sparkling destinies.Hated sundown. Every fading fashion, halting delight.
America;
Collaboration lacking CEO's.
Outward perspectives.
America; Awake and looking. Profound Mysteries.
poem by Sebastian JohnstonLindsay
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America Post 911
Land of freedom
Land of war
Land of peace
There you are
America!
Land of spirit truth and grace
Land that will never quit the race
May you fight until you're done
Because the battle has not yet been won
America!
Land of the beautiful
Land of the free
Bring the enemy to his knees
May his conscience sear his soul
Till the bell of victory tolls
America!
This is America land of the brave
Though you hurt us our banners continue to wave
High above the skies our spirits soar
As we replace future's door
America!
poem by Mitzie Thorne
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Every Man (And Woman)
if every man in America
could reach his own member
with his own mouth,
we wouldnt have a problem
with gay rights!
if every man and woman
in America knew they were
as responsible for their thoughts
as for their actions...
we'd all be on death row!
if every man and woman
in America spent as much time
trying to help their neighbors
as they spend trying to get ahead...
we'd all be taken care of!
if every man and woman
in America were color blind,
we'd have equality!
if every man and woman
in America were honest with
themselves, we'd have justice.
if every man and woman
in America got off their but
and on their feet
we could do something
about this mess!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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america, America
Sing out! sing out! America,
''Sweet land of liberty;
Tell how we chased the red man
''From sea to shining sea''.
Be proud, stand tall America,
''Home of the free and brave'';
Ignore that angry black man,
Ancestored from a slave.
Sing out! ''This land is your land,
It was made for you and me'',
While toiling tenant farmers
Reside in poverty.
And sing about our many wars,
With them we must abide;
But tell the loyal citizens,
God was always on their side.
Corruption and intolerance
Defies our rule of law.
''America! America!
''God mend thine every flaw''.
poem by Joseph Anderson
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