In God We Trusted

By Joseph B. Raimond

As the Trump era in America finally wanes, this sixty page book of poetry is a creative expat coming to terms with the racism, sexism and Trumpism of his country of birth. As usual, not recommended for republicans, nationalists, or probably anyone who voted for Trump.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: May 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9783754310106

Joseph B. Raimond

Born in 1962 in Omaha Nebraska in the United States, Joseph B. Raimond was the son of a US Air Force officer. After living in such diverse places as Laon France, three different places in Virginia, Denver Colorado, Dayton Ohio, Darmstadt Germany, and finally Los Angeles California, Joseph B. Raimond moved to San Francisco California where he studied art, with an emphasis on ceramics. After completing his Bachelors degree in 1985, he moved to the Fuerth Germany area, where he has lived ever since, refusing to ever move again! He completed his Masters degree in the spring of 2009 in Humanities, focusing on the interaction between various forms of art and expression. He built a house in the year 2000, complete with a painting atelier and recording studio, where he is able to work on his painting, writing and recording projects. Besides many exhibitions óf his paintings in Paris, San Francisco, Munich, Koeln, Berlin and his hometown area of Fuerth, Germany, he has under the collective name Doc Woer Mirran published almost two hundred recordings of his audio art and music. He has also written more than thirty books, most of which feature his punk-rock inspired form of writing. Pulling no punches, everyone and anyone can become a target of his politically inspired poetry, his favorite victims often including republican and other right-wing politicians, television evangelists, reality shows, lame pop icons and arrogant jazz guitarists.

Book preview

America

In God We Trusted

In God we trusted

When we were little, naïve

Stupid

Forced to stand at attention

Forced to put our hand on our heart

And forced to pledge our allegiance

In god we trusted

Until we grew up

And looked at the world

And saw the reality

And saw the cruelty

Of what our nation was capable of

What does this mean, if

We really were

Created in god’s own image?

No, I’m turning my back

On your twisted interpretations

Your red, white and blue arrogance

And your endless demands

For blind patriotism

No, I’m turning my back

On your legions of racists

Your armies of fascists

Your proud boy militias

And your perverse definition

Of freedom

And you know what?

God,

Is on my side!

The Human Spectrum

A poet’s few words, wisdom entwined

Tears will flow as the music inspires

And touches our humble soul

The painting leaps forth,

The power of color and form

Rips at our very being, demands

Our humanity rises to

Stellar heights

To briefly touch heaven

A little girl’s decapitated head

Presented on a pole as a token

Mass graves of rotting bodies

Names no longer with meaning

From hand-guns to nuclear bombs

Man’s instruments of hatred

Express the twisted interpretations

Of his holy books

While our humanity