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Taken Away (Updated)

We once had a home where our family could comeTo laugh and to cry and to play, But along came the crash; we were left without cash,And our home was just taken away.           Taken away! Our home was just taken away.          We can’t be bailed out ’cause we don’t have the clout          To get Congress to hear what we…

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Affordable Housing

There are too many folks sleeping out in the street, Clutching their bundles through the cold or the heat; No place to call home and no blankets or bed… They’re lucky if some of them even get fed.   When wages are too low to pay the high rent, And folks are left homeless — not even a tent, It’s…

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The Poor People’s Campaign: A Moral Revival

Written for the Poor People’s Campaign: A National Call For Moral Revival There’s something that’s troubling the Grannies, So we toss and we turn late at night, Wond’rin’ why there are so many hungry In a land that’s so rich, that ain’t right! It’s time for a moral revival so We’ve joined the Poor People’s Campaign To end poverty in…

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The War Economy & The Poor People’s Campaign

This is a re-write of one of my older songs. Originally written for Veterans For Peace as The War Economy, it now addresses the four prongs of the Poor People’s Campaign: systemic racism, systemic poverty, the war economy, and ecological devastation. We’re rising up in [Raleigh] now and joining the campaign, A task that wasn’t finished when the Rev’rend King…

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The 99%

We’re the 99%We’re living in a tent And what we really want to know Is where our money went. My uncle lost his store Our jobs have gone offshore There always seems to be enough To finance one more war. We worked for 30 years Through hopes and dreams and fears They siphoned off our pension funds To bail out…

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