Donald Trump is president
He’ll make America great again
He promised, he threatened to build a great wall
Don’t worry, don’t fret cause

Mexico will pay for it all
Mass deportations must take place
Replacing each brown with a white face

Make America white again!

No longer must we be P.C.
Our speech is now unchained and free
Rape culture and race jokes are so very cool
It’s time for straight white men

To remember they’re the ones who rule
Rude and crude is what we are
We celebrate it near and far
Victory in the culture war

Make America cruel again!

All hail strongman Donald Trump
As cozy as a cancer lump
All data of Muslims, he’ll keep on a list
He’ll know where to find them

And if they fled from civil wars
To them he will shut our doors
Return them to the blood and gore

Make America white again!

Now that Trump is president
We wonder where our troubles went
Climate change is a hoax from China he thinks
Those scientists are dummies

He bellows with a stinky wink
And Sarah Palin’s the energy wonk
Don’t count on her to drain the swamp
Drill Baby Drill’s her only song

Make the Earth unlivable!

As a Real He-Man, Donald Trump
Gets to grab just what he wants
If women don’t like it
They’d better shut up

They’re here for his pleasure
Not to lift their own lives up
No more abortion right to choose
Who cares if men, their wives abuse
Get ready, all your rights to lose

We want total patriarchy again!

But if to you the good old days
Feel more like a foul disgrace
Raise your voice in protest
And do not wait

If all join together
We won’t have to accept this fate
We must let the whole world know
That Donald Trump will have to go
Put an end to his hate crime show

Make America great…..for……..all!!!

Gender Rights Are Human Rights

Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Lyrics by Sunny Armer, Raging Grannies WOWW

Raging Grannies were assigned as girls, though it could be some were not.
We recognize that gender can have many different slots.
We need transgender voices to inform us what is what.
Gender rights are human rights.

No more insults, no more slander!
No more right-wing propaganda!
Our bodies are our own, and we decide where we belong.
Gender rights are human rights.

Not all trans folks have surgery; transition's where they start.
Heterosexists say they just like rearranging body parts.
Their outsides may look different, but inside their same old hearts
Gender rights are human rights.

They know what clothes they want to wear, so give them a fair chance.
Trans women may change from pants to skirts, trans men from skirts to pants.
They choose to lead or follow or go solo when they dance.
Gender rights are human rights.

Grammar causes problems that we must try to erase.
She and he are not the only pronouns for the human race.
Gender isn’t binary, let’s each choose our own case.
Gender rights are human rights.

Public bathrooms cannot be a truly private place.
Bigots say that trans folks’ plumbing ought to match their face.
Gender-neutral bathrooms would be the safest space.
Gender rights are human rights.

The Nazis killed transgender folks; extremists do it still.
Even now some governments demand that they be killed.
In New York we can organize to pass the GENDA bill*
Gender rights are human rights.


*GENDA is the proposed Gender Expression Non-Discrimination Act in New York State.

Hear the song at

An unelected manager
In Flint, Michigan
Switched its source of water to
The filthy River Flint
Drinking water full of lead
And Legionnaire’s disease
Saved the town a bit of dough
The governor was pleased
Most residents of Flint are black
So they don’t really count
Their city’s debts must be repaid
Their rights, the state could flout
The governor apologized
To Flint and all the land
Lead poisoning and early death
Were not what he had planned
Or so he claimed, but history
Tells a different tale
The manager and governor’s staff
Revealed it in emails
The people wrote and called and went
To meetings by the score
Toting jugs of water foul
But they were black and poor
These people now have dire needs
To meet them it will cost
Lead poisoning won’t go away
There’s so much they have lost
They need special ed services,
And ongoing healthcare
Flint’s debts are now more than repaid
The state must pick up its share.

You’ve been serving time in prison

For lo, these many long years

Too bad you didn’t snort powdered coke

Like the Wall Street billionaires


You’re not jailed for rape or murder

Or other atrocities

You didn’t do the widespread fraud

That crashed our economy


You’re black and you smoked crack

Now you’re never coming back

You’re far away from home

We got tough on crime

You’re doing lots of time

Many miles from home


The prison-industrial complex

Keeps the upstate economy going

It gets its raw materials

From inner-city neighborhoods


This, is, the war on drugs

It’s eating young people of color alive

Bust those laws wide ohhh-pen

This has got to stop

Their hands are up

Do not shoot them

They can still breathe

Do not chokehold them

And on your beat whatever you do

Realize they’re as human as you



Jaywalking and selling loose ciggies

Are not capital crimes

Is murder okay cause they’re just black folks

Better change your minds


This belief

You must suspend

The nightmare of p’lice

Brutality must end

Accountability there must be

In the so-called land of the free

I am just a detainee at Guantanamo

I have been here such a long time

That time itself no longer mea-eans anything

My life is done!

Though my heart continues beating I long for death to come



Kidnapped by some warlord’s thugs and sold for a bounty

Of five thousand dirty dollars

To Americans who cared not for my innocence

No trial, no end

To torture n deprivation of family and friends



(this verse corresponds to the last one of the original, starting with “In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade”)

I’m fully cleared to be released

from this hell on earth

And yet I still remain here

Imprisoned by America,

the beacon of democracy

Now it’s time, heed the call

De-efend habeas corpus, to protect the rights of all


lie la lie, etc.

In the West Bank

And in Gaza


Reigns supreme


Daily lives there

Can only be described as grim


An apartheid wall

Through the West Bank

Takes away most

Of the land

That could ever be

A Palestinian state

It creates facts on the ground


There’s a blockade

On the Gaza Strip

It’s been going

On for years

The population’s

On a “diet”

That would keep most of us in tears


Human rights have

No exceptions

They’re for each and

Every one

Don’t repress them

Let’s protect them

In every place under the sun

Stanley Tookie Williams

The founder of the Crips

Was on death row for his misdeeds

And his life it took a twist


Writing books for children

Then became his way

To tell the nation’s boys and girls

Away from gangs to stay


But Gov’nor Terminator

Was tanking in the polls

So Tookie could not be removed

From the killing rolls


People ‘round the country

And all over the world

Raised their voice in his defense

But the guv flipped them the bird


His killing, it was botched, so

They tortured him to death

Barbarians we have become

We must reverse this path


Not only Tookie Williams

But a thousand others too

We can reverse, we must reverse

It’s up to me and you




Right here, in our country

There exist

Children who don’t have enough food

They are in our midst


Each day, they go to school with


Grumbling in their tummies

How can they learn like this


No oatmeal, berries, yogurt or

chicken, carrots, or cole slaw

Sustain them

Some wonder why they don’t care to

Read or write like others do

But their hunger

Drains them


Food stamps would help their families

To provide

Enough and more nutritious

Food so their kids can thrive


Farmers’ markets and gardens

Could help a lot

But parents need money to buy food

That’s what so many have not


Their kids need good food just the same

As yours and mi-ine,

We should be ashamed!



Unique and precious

Is each boy and girl

Every single one

All around the world


Some are normal

Whatever that means

But so many others

Have much greater needs


There was a place

Known as Willowbrook

A place of mis’ry

Where we didn’t have to look


Instead of school

It’s where THOSE kids went

But the ones from rich families

To private schools were sent


Education is a human right

Into darkness, it shines a light

Let’s meet all the needs of all of our kids

Brilliant, average, special ed







Don’t you take my school from me

Charters don’t take every kid

But you fund them like they did

No more bubbling standardized tests

They don’t measure real progress


Like rich kids I need the arts

Modern labs would be a start

Some of us have special needs, but

All are flowers, none are weeds

Educate each one of us

Don’t send us to the back-of-the-bus!


In nineteen hundred fifty four

Supreme Court opened schoolhouse doors

To students of every race

Don’t bring back the bad old days

Education’s an expense that

Costs far less than ignorance



One bright sunny day
In Ferguson MO (say: “moe”)
Michael Brown was-shot-and-killed
For walking in the road
Hands up in the air
No weapon had he
He was yet another victim
Of police brutality

Eric Garner, Sean Bell
Amadou Dillo
Ramarley Graham
And Ousmane Zongo
It’s a long mournful list
Growing all the time
Moms and dads weep
And watch their kids die

Into the streets
Streamed his family and friends
To protest the death of
Another young black man
The cops were ready
With military gear
Like foreign invaders
Filling everyone with fear

People of color
Have the right
To walk outdoors
Any day or night
The mission of the cops
Is to serve and protect
Respect for all
Is what we all expect

I’m a single mom of three
Their dad died “accidentally”
On the job in construc….tion
Now all three need counseling
Their school said try a private shrink
There’s been a budget reduc…tion
One’s cutting school, and another gets drunk
And the youngest just stays home and weeps
I have to work to pay the rent
So I’m home mostly when they’re sleep….ing  [anticipate]

There’s not enough food
Even with my three jobs
I try not to be rude [anticipate]
But it’s food stamps or we starve

Wendy’s, Walmart and Burger King
Are my employers
The wages that they’re paying
Make them my exploiters

Neighbors whisper that I’m
Not much of a mother
Some say it is time [anticipate]
To place my kids with another

All my life I tried and tried
To do what you’re supposed to
Now I’m stuck in this plight
This is what I’m reduced to

Being poor
Isn’t a crime
Turning your backs
That’s the REAL crime!




Breeds resistance





Will bridge the distance


Arabs suffer like we do

When bombs they are subjected to

Just like Jewish kids

Their kids cry too.


Israel, talk to your enemies

It is the only way to make peace

The violent cycle must cease

P’litical pris’ners must be released

Israelis please! Israelis please!

End the occupa-a-a-ation.