[Vision2020] Irish Poet Emer Martin's Poem "Resist" Read by Martin on KGO AM 810

[Ted Moffett]

I was listening to Maureen Langan's show (actually substituting for Pat
Thurston) on KGO AM 810 radio from San Francisco, via ye olde skip signal,
on a regular AM radio, last Saturday night Sept. 2.  KGO reaches from
Alaska to Baja to way inland on the west coast at night, given it is a
"clear channel" 50,000 watt old established radio station, with skip
priority at night via FCC.

AM radio is dominated by right-wing oriented talk shows, so I delight in
tuning in the commies from left-wing San Francisco.  Ha, ha,ha!

Suddenly I was stunned out of my half-way concentration on the show by a
poem being read!  The poem was so incredible, I had to find out more about
the poet and this poem.  The poem is pasted in below.

You can listen to the actual radio show in question at the KGO website
below, to hear Martin read this poem.  Select Sept. 2 show, Catherine Barry
& Emer Martin segment, at 35:20 into the 40:47 long segment, though the
whole interview with Martin is fantastic.  I adore the Irish accent!  More
websites about Emer Martin, also:

http://www.kgoradio.com/maureenlangan/
http://thewildword.com/resist/
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/rage-resistance-and-a-rejection-of-resignation-emer-martin-los-gatos-irish-writers-festival-tickets-37107113375

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Vision2020 Post: Ted Moffett

Resist

*By Emer Martin*

What have we done?

We fear
a ludicrous man—
a liar
barking insults
deafening dreams,
his tiny heart squeezed dry,
a blind crafty rat stumbling a maze
of hate,
his empty eyes shining
with avarice.

What will happen now?

We have spent 300 years
yoked to their
industry, waving their
fake flags, murdering each other
for their markets and resources.
Until the earth can barely hold
onto us
anymore.

Resist!

Is there a choice?
We cannot keep marching
through the trauma of their
industrialization,
imperialism,
neo-colonialism.
Corporations crowned as nations.
We can no longer lie in their
trenches, clutching their
weapons, buying their
crap, hating our-
selves,
fighting each other.

Resist!

To thrive
To survive
To exist

Resist!

The old earth
is hot flashing
messages of truth,
with hurricane breath
and glacial tears
raising the oceans.
We took too much from her.
Then gave it
to so few.

Resist

the deceiver in the penthouse suite:
We can topple him
with the truth.
For we have been loved
by life.
And we
have loved
those born outside
their walls, in the shadows
of their towers.

Resist

this thug and his grotesque parade
of devouring henchmen.

Resist

and chase them out of history,
For they do not know
how much we can love each other.
They cannot imagine
how we feel the earth
speaking from inside us.
They cannot fathom
how much we learn
from the streets.

Those who rule us
do not know our love.

But they will feel the full force of it now.
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