Do not believe bankers, princes,
or governments; for all their wealth,
glittering gold, and grasping at control,
Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry
Pablo Neruda Was No Mad King
How could we
leave you at the shore,
or forget you
or the image of those little boats.
The Mad King of Araucani
My vast kingdom, larger than France and Spain
led a crusade against conquest and genocide,
I did not have birth right, nor did I take it by sword,
The Sword That Cuts Down Scepter and State
When among men will come the cost of deeds?
what mad pursuit of silk and gold is this
that we, we happy breed of men have let
The Crib
I must have toddled as well as the best,
but being uneasy by my crib
The Gallows
Let the elite country clubs become grave yards.
Come and erect the boards,
and let low the noose, and let known the deeds
The Thinker
A poem I wrote while thinking about the lost statue, “The Poet at the Gates of Hell,” now known for just it’s center portion, The Thinker.