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The Daily Poetry Movement

When discussing foreign policy it is best to be a loud white male who does not think that the police beatings on national tv of young black teenagers in any way indicates a conspiracy after all, as you buy the next round for the all white bar enjoying cops before fox news, most of the folks who get their heads bashed in on Cops are white, and isn't that saying something?
Black Girl (In The Pines)

Black girl, black girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And I shivered the whole night through

Black girl, black girl, where will you go?
I'm goin' where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I will shiver the whole night through

My husband was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was found in the driver's wheel
And his body haven't never been found

Black girl, balck girl, where will you go
I'm goin' where the cold wind blows
You caused me to weep and you caused me to moan
You caused me to leave my home

—Huddie Ledbetter

Political Science

No one likes us-I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money-But are they grateful?
No they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll built an All American amusement park there
They got surfin too

Boom goes London and boom Paree
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono
And there'll be Italian shoes for me
They'll hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now

—Randy Newman