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Somos trabajadores, somos fuertes When we’re taken for granted, somos pacientes Resolute, we gather and we share Planting seeds, somos jardineros Power in numbers, wisdom in cooperation When we struggle, somos un colectivo Without shelter, we brace the storm together We don’t forget, somos elefantes After sacrifice, we’re asked to sacrifice some more When our shins are kicked, no somos victimas We organize, we organize, nos organizamos If a rubber…
Read more...Ted James – Our Future (feat. Jennifer James)
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Rhythm Rebel Music by Ted James Ted James – Our Future (feat. Jennifer James) Bridge: Ted James We will not take another back seat to your cuts You’ve broken trust with the people grinding dreams into dust Stained our safety net with rust courting free market lust Through the business of your bluster, pushed our patience to the cusp Of a massive demonstration marching swiftly towards the…
Read more...Reflections on Iraq – Day One (10 years Later)
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Author’s Note: I wrote the following words ten years ago today. I wrote them in a journal that I still possess and still reflect back on often. I wrote them late in the afternoon right here in San Antonio, sitting in a corner booth at Bombay’s Bicycle Club. I wrote them with a great deal of sadness. I wrote them with a great deal of determination. Today, the President of…
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The crew is back at it again… Credits: Released: 05 March 2013 Vocals – MOS Vocals – G-Christ Vocals – Supastition Production – Dichter2 Productions Artwork done by Tosin the Dotcom Don. Source: SlapRapz | The 54 Reality Show Like Crew54 on Facebook | Follow MOS of Crew54 on Twitter | Follow G-Christ of Crew54 on Twitter
Read more...Rhime Divine – Dead Poets Society
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Rhime Divine – Dead Poets Society Intro: Ted James Cut to the end of time, the last mess The last soldier taking the last bullet in the chest Last conquest, last baby feeding off a breast Last mass held fast in a bomb shelter caste Last covenant sipped from the last wine glass Last bread sliced and dipped for the last nourishment The last governments unleash the last…
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Editor’s Note: This poem hung on the wall in my father’s study in my childhood home. It was written to my dad by a group of his Southwestern University students in 1965. There is an illustration on the poster board which is signed by the participants of the project. However, I do not know who the author of the poem is or who illustrated it. Clearly, my dad had an…
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