You Can’t Do That


For mentioning Gaza, a student can be suspended and a professor can lose their career. This is the new McCarthyism, product of a nationwide conspiracy by Congress, donors, trustees, and other miscreants to keep genocide a sacred trust.

I got somethin’ to say that might cause you pain
If I catch you talkin’ bout Gaza again
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Well you say you’re being doxxed
I gotta take you to task
If you’re demonstrating
and you wear a mask
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Everybody’s green, red black white and green
They’re all supporting Falastin
But if they’re seen
We smack down their rights, and put out their lights

If you’re SJP or JVP
You want your first Amendment, gotta go through me
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

If you carry a sign you’ll end up in Court
Your thought crimes will be in your Delaney report
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

No microphone, no posters, 20 people tops
Don’t even think about it or we’ll call the cops
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Everybody’s green, red black white and green
They’re all supporting Falastin
But if you’re seen
We take down your name
It’s the end of your game

Now don’t get me wrong
we’re all about free speech
But criticizing Israel is out of reach
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Now I trust you understand
no more protest here
This year’s fashion trend is riot gear
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Yes we’re gonna zip tie you if you read that poem
We’ll defend the genociders
till the cows come home
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Everybody’s green, red black white and green
They’re all supporting Falastin
But if they’re seen
I pity the fool
Who’s kicked out of school

The university’s not faculty or students oh please
The important people are the donors
and trustees
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

You got tenure so you’re safe, well that’s a joke
Your tenure expires when you’re woke
I’m gonna clamp you down
Career goes flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

You think you’re helping victims
but I know what’s right
If you don’t like ethnic cleansing
You’re an anti-Semite
I’m gonna clamp you down
Suspend you flat
Because I told you before
Oh, you can’t do that

Eve of Destruction


P.F. Sloan wrote this in 1965 at age 19. Needed an update. Using my best Barry McGuire impression to convey contemporary nearly-post-democratic terrors.

A nightmare regime, it is explodin’
They’re bannin’ the books, now it’s tweets they’re quotin’
We live for fear and hate, and that’s how we’re votin’
And the Jordan River has even more bodies floatin’
But the daily news is all sugar-coatin’
And you tell me over and over and over again
My friend
How you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction

Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
Our democracy was always made for the rich
Now it’s fallin’ all around us, payback’s a bitch
Take a look around you boy,
it’s bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
In a fascist buffoon seduction

Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’
When human respect is disintegratin’
One lone Bernie Sanders can’t pass legislation
This Magaverse is just a wee bit frustratin’
When the leader’s not leadin’, he’s just dictatin’
With the courts and the Congress, they’re checkmatin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
We need a third reconstruction

Elon may leave here for four days in space
Wish he wouldn’t return to wreck this place
As the world tries to warn us
Of our pride and disgrace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
That there’ll be a mass abduction
And you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction

Who’s Gonna?


Starting from the old trad song, via Woody, “Who’s Gonna Shoe Your Pretty Little Feet” (I know, I know, women often have sturdy, tough, competent, strong feet!), we take a look at the promises/threats of the returning narciso-fasciod menace, who brings in tow his able executioners.

Who’s gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who’s gonna till your land?
Who’s gonna build your house so fine
When José and Carlos are gone?

When Daniela is gone, lordy lord
Who will care for your mom?
Who’s gonna work in the restaurant
When Manuel and Camila are gone

America is occupied
We’re no longer safe in our homes
The Latin folk rule us
Says President Fool Us
They’re poisoning our chromosomes

The fastest plane I ever did ride
Held a hundred friends of mine
Deported below the Rio Grande
To preserve a white man’s land

To preserve a white man’s land, so grand
To make it great again
Where women and colored folk
know their place
All according to God’s plan

And the unions endanger free enterprise
Big labor must shrivel and fall
Cause the only way to be manly and strong
Is to make others weak and small

Men are endangered, victims of change
Women have too loud a voice
Back in your box, here, have some botox
It’s your body, it’s my choice

The women should be in the kitchen, good lord
They’ve got to stop runnin’ wild
We’ll take away their flats and their cats
And make sure each one has a child

And make sure each one has a child, make sure
The orange genius prevails
Cause affordable health care’s a
Communist cause
And Amazon owns the mail

Yes Amazon owns the mail, good god
Yes Google knows who you date
And the DOJ whisks the gays away
And coal makes America great

Yes coal makes America great, also oil
No longer with solar we’re cursed
While the glaciers melt and the cities submerge
Yes we’re putting America first

We’ve put America first, praise Trump,
We’ll be number one as we fry
When the rivers are poison
and Pittsburgh’s beachfront
And you can’t go outdoors in July

No we don’t demonstrate any more
Since our neighbors turned us in
There’s no politics,
Everything has been fixed
And elections declared a sin

In an English-only city, In a hetero only state
In a land of book bans
We are free from the trans
And no one is eating our pets

Is Trump a fascist, are Stefanik and Noem
Are Pam, Pete, Stephen and Steve
America may become great once again
The morning after they leave, Steve
The morning after they leave

But, Hamas!


No matter what atrocities you detail, the Pundits For Genocide have only the one non-response. My response to their non-response is longer, and rhymes, sort of.

What would you do if I took all your land
While pretending I’m defending myself?
Look at that bird, oh look, I’ve got your house!
I don’t care that you’ve still got the key
I apartheid with a little help from my friends
Bombs and tanks are a little help from my friends

But Hamas, But Hamas, Hamas Hamas
But Hamas, But Hamas, Hamas Hamas
Before their attack they lived first class
But Hamas, Hamas, Hamas

Would you believe in denial of rights
Yes I’m certain that it happens all the time
What does the conqueror see through his sights
I can’t tell you but I know It’s mine
Oh I get by by evicting the folks
While the White House gives me the okey-doke

76 years of dispossession brings
110 brigades of terror squads
They were followed by rows and rows
Of ethnic cleansing virtuosos
The cream of the settler colonial band

There were 50 mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, plundering more than e’er before
Terror gangs of every size, destruction they would improvise
Razing villages by the score

Mow, mow, mow the lawn,
Put them on a diet
No travel rights, no right to fish
A perfect petri dish
(for the development of repressive technologies to export to other countries that wish to control and immiserate their minorities, or majorities for that matter)

Palestinians are indigenous
And the media gives a hint
Don’t say genocide, don’t say Palestine
That’s not news that’s fit to print

In fact this is a US occupation—US bucks
US bombs and UN vetoes, Brooklyn settlers, what the fuck
From the river to the sea is Israel’s reality, Look ma, no Palestine.

Uprooting olive trees, replaced with pine trees
Make desert bloom — have you ever heard such sleaze
Taking of hostages, clearly a crime
Freeing 7 million of them would be one of my favorite things
Refugee camps are reservations, it’s the same old game
Yes US and Israel are conquering land thieves
And that’s why I feel so bad
CHO
Which in Spanish means Never Again.

Your Genocide, It Must Be Ending


That great old song was about due for an update.

Come gather round people
Enraged by this slaughter
And admit you’d act fast
To save your son and daughter
And accept it that we’ve been
Denying food and water
If all life to you is worth savin’
Then you better stand up
For humanity now
This genocide, it must be ending

Come senators, Congressman
What the actual hell
For human rights
You’re not doing so well
Seems like you don’t get it
Though it’s clear as a bell
The atrocities Israel is wagin’
Are a stain on your name
And legacy, truth to tell
Your genocide, it must be ending

What kind of democracy murders a nation
What kind of human being
sponsors starvation
Come cut off the funds
from this colonization
Your old order is rapidly fadin’
Dispossession, apartheid,
ethnic cleansing must cease
And your genocide, it must be ending

Leave It Blank


Following the significant showings of “uncommitted” voters in Democratic primaries in several states, anti-genocide campaigners in New York are urging voters to leave the Presidential line blank. Here’s why.

When I find myself in times of voting
Gaza’s people come to me
Suffering starvation
Bombs and tanks
The White House sends the weapons
The White House must atone for this
First line of your ballot
Leave it blank

Let’s be frank, Biden sank
I’m not a crank, my vote you need
There will be a ballot
Leave it blank

And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree
Biden’s sense of justice is absentee
And though the White House funds it
There is still a chance that they will see
If they’re isolated
Leave it blank

Let’s be frank, Biden sank
I’m not a crank, my vote you need
There will be a ballot
Leave it blank

So break ranks, say no thanks
No more tanks for genocide
There will be a ballot
Leave it blank

And in our hour of slaughter
food and water aren’t allowed to them
One thing we can offer
Leave it blank
And in our hour of voting
There is still a chance to say our piece
There will be a ballot
Leave it blank

Let’s be frank, your morals sank
I’m not a crank, my vote you need
There will be a ballot
Leave it blank

So break ranks, say no thanks
No more tanks for genocide
There will be a ballot
Leave it blank

Tone It Down


Tony Blinken actually asked Qatar to tell al Jazeera to tone down their coverage of genocide in Gaza.

When I find myself at al Jazeera
Tony Blinken comes to me
Counseling more silence
Tone it down
And in our hour of bombing he is calming
As he comes to me
Speaking words of conquest
Tone it down

And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree
There must be ceasefire, let it be
And though the Congress funds it
There is still a chance that they will see
If they’re isolated, Let it be

But tone it down, turn that frown,
Upside down, Let’s break it down
How can we kill Gazans
If people see?

And when William Lloyd Garrison
Reported news of slavery
Lincoln (not A. Blinken)
Said tone it down
He pleaded “be more mellow, dude”
You’re histrionic, now we’re screwed
Here’s my words of cowardice
Tone it down

Tone it down, please sit down,
nervous breakdown’s not what we need
Slaves will get their freedom
By degrees

And when the genocide of Cheney
In Iraq was videoed
Every President said
Tone it down
Assange will rot in prison
Cause he showed what Manning stole from me
Whisper words of murder, tone it down

Tone it down, turn that frown,
Upside down, Let’s break it down
How can we kill Gazans
If people see?

Apartheid, Ciao


Ethnic cleansing and dispossession never happened in Palestine, right? And it’s not happening now, right?

We’ve got to wake up
We’ve got to wise up
We’ve got to boycott apartheid
Now now now
We’ve got to build a better future
To fight for freedom this we vow

You’re occupying and always lying
Apartheid is but a step
to your final goal
Ethnic cleansing and dispossession
You’re destroying Palestine

Uprooting orchards, displacing farmers
Yes you tore it all down
and you lied lied lied
Israeli conquest is what we protest
US enabling genocide

So let’s all wake up
The truth let’s take up
No more stealing of water
and land and rights
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now