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Country Green

I drive through sultry green-leaved countryside;
so divorced from toxic urban suicide,

I notice a black and white hand-painted sign
emerging on my right side
of patriotic red resolution,

“STAND UP
FOR YOUR COUNTRY”

Which feels aimed against
tall and massive Black
Lives Mattering athletes
on politicized knees
before national commodified cameras
of discontent.

Yet also aimed at me,
longing to erase homophobic “COUNTRY”

Despite our polycultural beauty
and historical promise
of universal democracy,
of economic regenerating energy,

Longing to replace this monocultural
narrow patriotic word
with our Whole Open Systemic
“PLANET”
of interdependent tribes
and green cooperative corporations.

No sooner thought
than multiculturally retransfigured
to please
and pleasure
and paradise us all,

STAND UP,
AS YOU ARE ABLE,
FOR YOUR COUNTRY
AND OUR PLANET

To do otherwise
feels like still having empty hope
that Straight White Daddy knows best

While his wife
and kids
and grandkids
and other sentient organic property
are poisoned,
suffocated,
drowned,
burned,
shot,
plagued,
terrorized,
criminalized,
hate-crimed,
vilified,
tarred and feathered,
hung,
beheaded,
commodified,
commercialized,
bought and sold,
rented out,
pimped,
capitalized,
exploited,
extracted from the herd,
marginalized,
impoverished,
Othered,
sex-crimed

While starving,
thirsting for global
ecofeminist
green cooperative
win/win EarthJustice

Soaking into sultry green-leaved countryside
divorced from toxic nationalistic suicide.

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Earth Momma Blues

Momma
don’t help me
grow up to love CowBoys,

The ones
who can buy you
or sell you at will,
or tell you
they don’t care
whether healthy or ill,

The ones who know good ole’ boys
were born
unredeemable pills

Smoking up weeds
or stoking up stills,

Klanish threats
to the cattle
without sufficient
commitment
to armed forcing kill will.

Momma don’t help me
grow up to hate CowBoys,

Grown tired of their noise
their boys will be boys
armed violating toys
dark win/lose ploys
most trust in just goys
red true white blue
patriotic employs

Momma
don’t buy me
another white cowboy,
they just don’t work out
they leave with a pout
I just wanna shout,
What’s it all about
when your Alpha’s a cowboy?

Who has no clue
what he’s to do,
which side to chew
in red,
white,
and true blue
blues.

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