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This is an interesting article on what is the role of Buddhists and teachers in today’s political environment. Where are the lines drawn between the much sought for calm and the urgency to speak out?

 

 

https://www.lionsroar.com/lets-stand-up-together/

Superb!

HAND JOB ZINE

though the world is unjust –
queue of uncertainty and crime
to see outside of
a London home
sunflowers and
tomato plants
with a note attached –
inviting others to respect and enjoy them
the person responsible for this –
a seven year old girl
if your kid does wrong
you excuse them

once grown then

they commit crime
and do you excuse them –
stand in court
phone switched off
wife has her hand in your own but i read

of a case –
a terrible choice a mother had to make
when her son raped
her daughter

she disowned him

the self esteem of young adults
is a tattered flag
which once
represented a union of ideals –
of people
and communities

now

now it is
surgery

open legs and fuck against my will –

i’ve found a new flaw – what is the number of my surgeon

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Thoughts On Listening To *This Land Is Your Land”

 

I had a dream today, got me thinking,

On the bus on the way home from work,

A dream I’ve had before,

A dream many have probably had

I was on television, talking and singing,

The whole world was a’ watchin’

Woody Guthrie was a’ watchin’

Pete Seeger, he was a ’watchin’

Bruce Springsteen, he was a ’watchin’

And old orange face, Mr. Trump, he was a ’watchin’ too

Kept droppin’ the big TV remote outta his small hands, poor thing,

Anyways, like I said, I was on TV,

Had a guitar in my hands,

Strapped over my favorite flannel shirt,

And my favorite pair of Levis

And my bestest boots. I was a’ wearing all of that

And the song I was gonna sing,

This Land Is Your Land,

Well it weren’t no regular song, sir,

It was, I reckon, one of the most beautiful songs

I ever heard, I was telling people about it,

It was all about this country of ours,

And all its’ natural beauty,

And how it was built for you,

And built for me

And how it was built for him,

And him,

And her

And her

And the preacher

And the doctor

And the lawman

And the bus driver

And the children playing in the schoolyard,

Sir it was built for them too,

It didn’t make no mention of names

Nor what school they went to,

Nor even if they didn’t go to school, well it didn’t mention that neither

Nor what church they go to, who they pray to, iffn they pray at all,

No, sir, not even where they come from,

Not which part of town, not which coast,

Not which country,

Cuz everybody here comes from someplace else in the long run, don’t they?

Iffn ya trace it back far enough, I mean, we all come from immigrants

– Well, almost all of us –

Yes, sir, the song was plain and simple and beautiful, and indeed

This here land was made for you, and me, and him, and him, and her, and her

All to share equally, don’t that sound like a place you wanna live in, sir?

I know I would, if I could find it.

What say we find it together, sir?

 

 

Click the link below to listen to This Land is Your Land – Live by Bruce Springsteen
https://open.spotify.com/track/4MvJlIpDpdZi4sCXvAhrym

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