Stewart Acuff

Apr 2

Mr. LaPierre

What is Newtown to you? A place on a map? A quiet little New England town? Or is it the place where our obsessions With guns manifested itself? Do you think about the 26 innocents killed there Because you and your

Mar 11
The Stealth Poor

The Stealth Poor

There’s a huge, deep holler Now between the rich and the rest of us You know a holler – biggest ever Place between mountains of wealth And mountains of suffering and poverty More of us becoming the stealth Poor. We

Mar 7

Rarely

Leavin you is harder every time I do it Your giving and accepting I give up only Because I have to. The way we fit Is rarely found and chases the lonely Blues back to a place I

Mar 6

Charts

They hold up their charts Mornin’, noon, and night And those charts no matter What they are supposed to Show, also show how much Money the rich are taking from The work of our hands, minds, and hearts The rich will

Feb 25

I am Black, Red, and White

Written by Stewart Acuff I think I forgot to tell you I am black, red, and white That my lips are thick and full That my hair, when I had it, was kinky That my skin was always

Feb 20

Struggle and Peace

We struggle as we rightly should For a time and world when People of love and compassion Are encouraged When justice is for all When we can see if not experience The Beloved Community. It is a consuming struggle Demanding our time

Feb 19
Teachin’, readin’, speakin’.

Teachin’, readin’, speakin’.

Teachin’, readin’, speakin’ This time for Canada elections and the Workers’ party, NDP they call it Gonna make work pay again Folks in Canada gettin’ it The ones at the top got too much The rest of us fallin’ to

Feb 12
We Are All Under Attack

We Are All Under Attack

Goin’ to western Canada to teach Organizing to Canada’s best and most Senior Organizers. Spreading the message That we are all under attack, that the Day of free labor movements with Workers rights and union freedoms are All but over,

Feb 8

Lonesome Highway

Lonesome on this highway drivin’ back From a radio gig this time Headed for an empty house Was up early doin’ drive time radio Seven to nine folks goin’ to work And I’m tryin to explain what happened To their

Feb 4

IN PENNSYLVANIA

This poem was published in the Blue Collar Review in 2012. IN PENNSYLVANIA They punch into our ground To blow up our earth and release gas and benzene And acetone and acetic acid They get gas, yes, and ammonia and

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