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Newer Testament America Burns



Burn Wall Street, Burning Man Festival, September, 2012


A Burning Man Festival group decided they’d had enough of Wall Street’s greed. So they constructed a replica Wall Street consisting of buildings like “Bank of Un-America,” “Merrill Lynched,” “Goldman Sucks,” and “Chaos Manhattan.” And on Saturday night, 2012, they burned it to the ground.

Burn Wall Street,” as this bit of desert-based art was called by an Oakland based artist as his attempt to inject some sanity back in the debate over the global financial industry.

Did the artist sizzle in the Oakland warehouse fire, 2016, where the landlord conveniently didn’t comply with codes, 36 people fried, and an adequate profit was maintained? After all profit is the American Mantra, people and place are secondary.

Cee Mohammed Dhamma wrote this poem.

Newer Testament America Burns

I touch

Wall Street Suits

Gunned down

Blood coursing to

Bulls upon bears

by losers to

the rich man’s take


I eye

Grand Mansions Flamed

from hurled glass

unleaded gasoline


by poor bedraggled

teenage mutants


I smell

Classy Docked Yatchsmen

torpedo sunk at

Exclusive shore clubs

by kitchened



I taste

Golfers Wedged In

pin holes

from Improvised

Explosive Devices

by dark dismayed



I hear

Global Corporate Capitalists


ringed and trumped

by safe guarders of





CMD. December 9, 2016







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Rehoboth’s Red Moon Arises

Pocked gunmetal ocean

curls into silent white

sweeping the wet umber sand

ABOVE the streaked East horizon

a red moon, luminous, blood soaked,

ascends across dark clouds and

STOPS the boardwalk movement


Baseball-capped elderly

Pink-haired nose-ringed youths

Muslim head-scarfed women

fat T-shirted mothers and fathers

stuffed dog-holding children

put down their French fries,

pizza slices, funnel cakes, hot dogs

turn toward the water, GAWKING


Out come the cell phones

crowds cluster the beach access gaps

white benches convert to perches

tapped camera APPS, finger expanded,

vertically and horizontally gyrated

SNAP the rising vermilion orb

lifting through black-lance veils


Freed into the blue black umbra

colors shift in starry heaven

the earth’s red satellite turns chrome yellow

brilliant yellow fades to pale

moon drifts into shadowed light

visible is the MAN IN THE MOON

boardwalk moves on, slurping treats


Genesis digs Rehoboth’s well

of playful harmony,

the rich land Flourishes

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