Radical Rhymes

poetry and art for the people

  • Plant a Tree


    Now is the time to plant trees.
    Skies too cold and dark for new buds;
    Gales too tumultuous for tender life;
    Earth too depleted and unyielding.
    Surely no sapling will take root—but it will.

    Now is the time to nurture
  • Got Kids to Feed


    Gotta make money, got kids to feed.
    Got rent to make, got shit we need.

    Gotta clock in; gotta do what I’m told;
    Make money for the boss, turn his lead to gold.

    Gotta be a cog in an evil
  • For the UAW


    Bite the hand that feeds;
    Those hands don't feed for free.
    Rip their filthy carrot from the stick.

    They're feeding what we've grown;
    They've stolen all we've sown.
    And now we're done shoveling their shit.

    Turn on all the lights;