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And there goes the neighborhood

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It's just those CEOs and senators,

The damn 1%! Can you believe it?

They're having a keg party in the medicine circle.

But this is our neighborhood!

Wait a second! Now they are calling out obscenities to the four directions.

They're making racist jokes about the president!

Blame it on the booze.

Let's shake our heads in unison.

Let's disapprove. My God!

But it looks like fun, being out of control like that,

In the medicine circle of all places.

Shall we call it quits on this whole game of life-as-we-know-it

And join the debauchery?

There is plenty of room in that circle

For every kind of greedy, drunken, asinine tom-fool.

Why shouldn't there be room for people like you and me

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger  and author of several books, the latest: 13 Seeds: Health, Karma and Initiation. Over the last few years he has begun calling himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic (more...)

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