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  117.     

The Illegitimate's

I work for a man who own's a farm.
I work for a man with a stable FULL of horses.
I work for a man who own's a resturant.
I work for a man who own's three Lexus's (one for him, one for her, one for HER horse) .
I work for a man who sails the caribean for HIS holiday's.
' Illegitimate's! ! ! ! ! ! '
The last time I was in this situation, there was two of them.
Luckily this time there is only one!
I work for a man who own's a bakery.
I work for a man who has an Olympic sized swimming pool (half inside and half outside of his house) .
Etc, Etc, Etc, Etc,
 
Roger Costello

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  118.     

Blues For Barack - Work Song

The glinty-eyed Roman faces in suits
that stand behind you
are all white, like the papers you sign.

the patrons at the bar in Birdland
would shout work work
when Lester lept into a solo.

I remember why he drank himself
to death
in a small room at the Alvin. Do you?

There are nameless voices that cry out
from the Chattahoochee
Brickyard in Atlanta. Mr Backlash Mr Backlash

sweat & blood stolen like money
transmigrating generations
James W. English, First National Bank,

Coca Cola, Wachovia Securities
work work
god bless the child that got his...

the abandoned graveyard of Tennesse Coal
Iron & Railroad
has been bulldozed

There never were any markers anyway
US Steel owns
the mine now but no memory

of the 30,000 black forced laborers
who died there
what compensation? Work work

there is a woman sitting in a tenament
wondering what
to feed her child today. work work

there is a man sleeping on a piece
of cardboard
over an open grate

there is a crack whore turning tricks
a boy 'shamed
to go to school without shoes.

today we hear that there will be
no financing
of contraceptives. Work work

there are those who speak
of love
without reading history

Pope Nicolas V started the slave trade
to convert the
'Moors, heathens, & other enemies of Christ'

What if i don't want your love?
show respect? ? ! !
Mr Backlash. Mr Backlash

The old ones said do what you will
& harm none
The native peoples advised

take only what you need
& give thanks
when the christians spoke

the light went out of those eyes.
there were black
overseers back in the slave days too

work work
 
peter bormuth

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  119.     

This Indeed Is

"Fihi ma fihi",
Did you read this before,
It is what it is
Or what else it could be,
Much more, and it was.
This was the teacher.

This is what it is,
And is not what it is not.
For the voices,
And that,
I have put words on fire.

This indeed is,
The unlettered saint
Cum wanderer
Heeding the iconoclast's
Blow, with the cynic's
Sharp blade.

This indeed is the log,
Thrown out.
Let it catch fire itself,
Let it burn in own ash.

I have gone deeper
Down the ocean,
Swimming back, to
My own sky.

The sun shines above,
Far more brighter
Far more near.

Hold your chin high,
May the full moon fall
In your palm.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
May 28,2014.

"I like to think of literature and painting as something that continuously changes its frame of reference; non-working as outside/beyond such a frame of reference to what we like to see as a meaningful work; non-working asks what is meaningful work; non-working presents the continuous dialogue we engage with, as in "it works, it doesn't work, it works, it doesn't work…"; non-working as the inevitable failure of this show; and to make it five, non-working as something we thoroughly enjoy and still pursue with gusto." Hendrick Wittkopf

Non-working by Hendrick Wittkopf @ 3: Am Magazine. Whatever it is, we are against it. Blog
 
Sadiqullah Khan

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  120.     

hard work,

hard work,
hard work is all beneficial,
hope for the best,
Keep your heart with no limits,
Since that life hast a good definition,
Since that hard work will bring a reward,
Hope and pray for the best,
That I never get tired,
You got to strive on and on,
Never fail in your coming up,
Since that Iam bold,
Since that I got work to do on earth,
There is a glory that is awaiting me,
That the good will win forever,
Get a promise that the Lord is the higher guide.
 
Maxim Muyu

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