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We Are On The March
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We Are On The March |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(Hi everybody! Sorry I've been missing again! I've been busy with activism in preparation for Election Day and had my birthday three days ago, yay! (does happy dance) This is my huge political protest piece in preparation for this Election Tuesday! To everyone here at Passions, I;m encouraging you all to go vote, for a vote is truly a voice, and as the last election proved, your vote DOES matter. Never let anyone tell you or make you think otherwise. You CAN make a difference and your voice matters, so go out there and vote your conscience! You certainly know mine, LOL! I'm featured in the top and bottom pictures! I'm the one in tie-dye, yay!)  We Are On The March By: Noah Eaton 10/30/04 . . . (Hey, can you hear me out there?) . . . (Good!) . . . (It feels so good to be up here) . . . (So good to be alive) . . . (We’ve still got a lot of work to do) . . . (My friends and rainbow warriors) . . . (so let’s get it started) . . . What’s wrong with this troubled world today, what is it that agitates, thoughts of fear and political innuendo, that drive us to buy our coffins early from Costco, voices of dissent can’t get on vinyl, each transcript is airbrushed on the street final, what is it that makes patriotism so primal, promotes all this denial, all this Risperdal, Tasers on school campuses, AK-47’s on the streets, They say we’re fighting terrorism, Yet 18-year olds can buy rapid-fire ammunition magazines, How can we allow such hypocrisy, Especially after a Columbine shooting calamity? We’ve got sick soldiers languishing in hot cement barracks, Waiting for months just for a doctor or specialist, And more returning home with their bodies full of uranium enrichment, Giving birth to children with brain defects, missing digits, Will it take another thirty years from now to witness, When our men walk the streets without a face or an arm to persist, A time when we finally turned, when the diapason caved in, When this monster of psychological warfare we exorcised could cease to exist… Lend a hand, beat a drum, Strike the walls cause everyone, Is here for a purpose, we’re meant to live and love, Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes, Let it change like a birds, let it reverberate, There grows more of the music, less of the words, We are on the march, Through a nation that needs to rehabilitate…  Who’s to say whose always right or wrong, We’ve been standing out here in rain and high water too long, When will we realize these waters are too deep for our children to stand in, How can we be sure no child’s left behind unless we can see them swimming? How can they breathe under thrice-glazed mercury skies, Beside polluted lakes and streams, in cloaks of sulfur dioxide, Could you imagine a school bus halted on the freeway during rush hour, Next to a carrier of radioactive waste, exposing their young bodies to cancer, Climatologists being blacklisted, Nobel Laureates findings being distorted, Secrets of extreme weather and Agent Orange never reaching the public, Where the Oval Office and the media run the story’s own tracheotomy, Embellish the report with fast shuffle and calumnies, All thse charades, unwritten laws, rapid-fire rodomontade, When you get the latest scoop you can’t tell if it’s real or a mirage, As far as we know, the missing link is lying in some politician’s garage, Maybe it’s being served like a flavor in Baskin Robbins, soft soaped in butterscotch, Many believe we need a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage, When we should be stopping racism, misogyny, character assassination, What will we tell them when they can’t make a life-saving decision, No right to receive a partner’s unemployed benefits, no judicial retirement pension, Come follow me now, let us take to the streets, Strap that bass drum over your shoulder, storm up a rebel rhapsody, Throw your voice like a boomerang so we’ve got some polyphony, The time is now, the time is a’ticking… Lend a hand, beat a drum, Strike the walls cause everyone, Is here for a purpose, we’re meant to live and love, Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes, Let it change like a birds, let it reverberate, There grows more of the music, less of the words, We are on the march, Through a nation that needs to rehabilitate…  How can we call such an administration like this conservative, Spending billions of our dollars on a war we’ll never win, Instead of funding our children, we’re funding mental ammunition, F-14A Tomcats, Apache helicopters, massive explosives, Imagine what we could have done instead with that $87 billion, A price eight times as much as the government pays for Pell Grants and college tuition, Nine times as much as we pay for special education, Ten times what we pay for environmental preservation, With that money we could have begun to set up a standard living wage, Isn’t that what we all want, isn’t that all the rage? Instead we got our boys and girls from low income families, Who can only pay their college tuition by joining the army, IT’S OUR KIDS THAT ARE OUT THERE IN HARMS WAY, PRAYING TO GOD THEY MAKE IT OUT IN ONE PIECE, MAKE IT HOME OKAY, WHY CAN’T OUR LEADERS FIGHT THEIR OWN WAR, SEE FOR THEMSELVES HOW IT FEELS, LET THEM SWEEP THE FLOOR, IT’S THIS FEAR-MONGERING THAT’S THE TRUE WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION, IT IS UP TO US TO DISARM IT, UP TO US TO REVOKE IT, IT’S TIME FOR THEM TO TAKE ALL THIS RESPONSIBILITY, "IF YOU WANT TO BE FREE, BE FREE, BECAUSE THERE’S A MILLION WAYS TO BE!" Lend a hand, beat a drum, Strike the walls cause everyone, Is here for a purpose, we’re meant to live and love, Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes, Let it change like a birds, let it reverberate, There grows more of the music, less of the words, We are on the march, Through a nation that needs to rehabilitate…  . . . LET IT BE REMINDED… . . . "WE CANNOT DEFEND FREEDOM ABROAD... . . . ...BY DESERTING IT AT HOME..." .. . . AND "FREEDOM IS NEVER VOLUNTARILY GIVEN BY THE OPPRESSOR... . . . ...IT MUST BE DEMANDED BY THE OPPRESSED..." . . . ...SO NOW WE'RE HERE DEMANDING... . . . ...YOU TO LOOK US IN THE EYES... . . . ...MR. BUSH... . . . ...WE WON'T IGNORE THE VOICE INSIDE... . . . . .  "You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20 |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Cool pictures and write, Noah! thanks for being there and for sharing this event with us through these photos  |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
Thanks for this Noah! There is so much to do! Let's hope the revolution gets done in the major parties (wishful thinking?) and not in the streets. sag |
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