Disunion and civil war are at hand; and yet I fear disunion and war less than compromise. We can recover from them. The free States alone, if we must go on alone, will make a glorious nation.
quote by Rutherford B. Hayes
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Disunion by force is treason.
quote by Andrew Jackson
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Divide and rule. [Win by creating disunion among your adversaries.]
The irrepressible conflict propounded by abolitionism has produced now its legitimate fruits - disunion.
quote by John H. Reagan
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Give me your hand..
Give me your hand.
Male the right hand,
and the female the left.
You all have three lines,
which are major,
the rest are minor.
You have strong head line,
you have long life line and
a deep heart line.
Give me your hand,
Let me predict your future.
At first, about your family.
When your head is free of fear,
you may live long with few or no kids.
When your head is full of fear,
your longevity dwindle, but have many kids.
Now about your nation,
When your head is full of intelligence,
you nation will prosper with your tax money.
When your head is full of ignorance,
you will prosper evading the tax to the nation.
Give me your hand,
Let me predict your love life.
Please, do not run away.
Give me your hand..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Easier to Digest
Civil unrest
Civil war
Civil chaos
Or...
My personal favorite,
Civil disobedience!
Which of these has more flavor...
And yet caffeine free?
More taste,
And yet less filling?
'I vote we go with civil unrest!
It's easier to digest...
And maintains that robust appeal.'
Now we are getting somewhere!
And you George...
What would you like?
~Just pass me the vodka!
No rocks! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Springs Splendor
The nighttime air baptized the earth
with a fresh, clean renewing dew
admitting the seasons rebirth
bidding ‘old man winter' adieu.
The sun emerges warm and immense
casting a golden illumine
adorning springtime's resplendence:
yellow daffodils flowering
in meadows and dandelions'
their tiny sunburst dewy globes
drizzled about in disunion;
each claiming its own abode
amidst ground ivy and clover
nurtured by a gentle zephyr.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Grieve Not
Grieve not for me that I, have stepped outside the pale.
Man's death is not a void, a thick congeal of night.
The ground whereon I stand, is just beyond the veil;
A firmament of soul, illumined by the Light.
Grieve not for me that, I transcend this human dream,
For I ascend above, the tumult, din and blare.
Come visit my gravesite, as often as you deem,
You'll visit my remains, but I will be elsewhere.
Death is disunion, a spiritual flight, of soul from sense.
(An Alexandrine)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Election Time!
A series of elections from states to nation
Surely makes all diverted to election only!
People's power is exercised in democracy;
But now money power rules in democracy!
Now the fight is between people and money
The winner decides the fate of the nation!
Corruption is top most dominant force now;
To consolidate its power election has come!
Can corruption be eliminated by laws or will?
Civil society has to come forward to do that!
Will civil society take the lead to do its duty?
Or simply succumb to gimmicks of bureaucracy?
Elections come and people elect someone to power;
But bureaucracy dispenses duties by corruption...!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Finland had a civil war less than 100 years ago, just like in Ireland. If you look at the history of newly independent nations, civil war is almost every time present, even in the United States.
quote by Harri Holkeri
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To The Union
Giant aggregate of nations,
Glorious Whole of glorious Parts,
Unto endless generations
Live United, hands and hearts!
Be it storm or summer-weather,
Peaceful calm, or battle-jar,
Stand in beauteous strength together,
Sister States, as Now ye are!
Every petty class-dissension,
Heal it up, as quick as thought;
Every paltry place-pretension,
Crush it, as a thing of nought:
Let no narrow private treason
Your great onward progress bar,
But remain, in right and reason,
Sister States, as Now ye are!
Fling away absurd ambition!
People, lave that toy to kings:
Envy, jealousy, suspicion,
Be above such grovelling things!
In each other's joys delighted,
All your hate be - joys of war,
And by all mans keep United,
Sister States, as Now ye are!
Were I but some scornful stranger,
Still my counsel would be just;
Break the band, and all is danger,
Mutual fear and dark distrust:
But, you know me for a brother
And a friend who speaks from far,
Be at one then with each other,
Sister States, as Now ye are!
If it seems a thing unholy
Freedom's soil by slaves to till,
Yet, be just! and sagely, slowly,
Nobly, cure that ancient ill:
Slowly,- haste is fatal ever;
Nobly,- lest good faith ye mar;
Sagely,- not in wrath to sever
Sister States, as Now ye are!
Charm'd with your commingled beauty
England sends the signal round,
'Every man must do his duty'
To redeem from bonds the bound!
Then indeed your banner's brightness
Shining clear from every star
Shall proclaim your joint uprightness,
Sister States, as Now ye are!
So, a peerless constellation
May those stars for ever blaze!
Three-and-ten-times-threefold nation,
Go a-head in power and praise!
Like the many-breasted goddess
Throned on her Ephesian car,
Be - one heart in many bodies!
Sister States, as Now ye are.
poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper
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One of the great strengths of the United States is... we have a very large Christian population - we do not consider ourselves a Christian nation or a Jewish nation or a Muslim nation. We consider ourselves a nation of citizens who are bound by ideals and a set of values.
quote by Barack Obama
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The Survival
To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road;
I knew these heaps of stone
When they were walls of grace and might,
The country’s honour, art’s delight
That over fountain’d silence show’d
Fame’s final bastion.
Inheritance has found fresh work,
Disunion union breeds;
Beauty the strong, its difference lost,
Has matter fit for flood and frost.
Here’s the true blood that will not shirk
Life’s new-commanding needs.
With curious costly zeal, O man,
Raise orrery and ode;
How shines your tower, the only one
Of that especial site and stone!
And even the dream’s confusion can
Sustain to-morrow’s road.
poem by Edmund Blunden
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Psalm 148
Let the heavens cry out
Let the earth give a shout
Let all the Peoples of the earth not doubt
Our glorious King forever
Let the heavenly angels praise
To our King may every hand raise
May we worship Him all of our days
Our glorious King forever
Praise Him you sun so bright
Praise Him you moon through the night
All of His enemies take flight
From our glorious King forever
Praise Him you creatures of the sea
Praise Him that you swim so free
May our praises eternally be
Of our glorious King forever
Mountains and hills fall down
Stars in the sky make a glorious sound
All ye saints cast down your crowns
Before our glorious King forever
We will praise Him for His marvelous grace
We praise Him for His warm embrace
We praise Him in the holy place
Our glorious King forever
We exalt the King of Kings
Heavenly choirs of angels sings
Of the freedom that our Christ brings
Our glorious King forever
All our praise He does deserve
Let His glory cover all the earth
We shall bow down and worship and serve
Our glorious King forever
poem by Frank McEleny
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True Liberty
The day in which one celebrates, Independence of a union of states,
Independence from powers outside; freedom that was once denied,
The freest nation in this world, a point that others sometimes herald,
Causing many who are weary in heart, to come here for a fresh start.
A day of real joyous celebration, all across this now powerful nation,
As our voices together are raised, with full hearts a nation is praised,
Festive fireworks are always planned, in many cities across this land,
Celebrating what many of us see, as the greatest nation in all history.
Liberty we celebrate by proclamation, extends to all within this nation,
However that liberty extends only, to the borders of this dear country,
Beyond the borders and the sea, the nation’s people may not be free,
When many travel to other lands, freedoms turn into other’s demands.
Demands which turn into bondage, leaving this land of great privilege,
Privileges that others only dream of, as they look to this land we love,
A land that is so blessed by God, many agree, on this day with a nod,
But, forgetting Him most of the year; living so privileged, without fear.
There’s a freedom many don’t know, as their freedoms for them grow,
Liberty, from the bondage of sin, that captivates our land from within,
That freedom which we celebrate, doesn’t free men from Satan’s hate,
As the Devil leads a war against God, all across this land that we trod.
Freedom from such an evil foe, comes only when the Savior we know,
Who left all the Glory of Eternity, coming to earth to set captives free,
The only true freedom on this earth, comes to man, by a spiritual birth,
Through the Liberty in Jesus Christ, when in Him they receive New Life.
(Copyright ©07/2008)
Fear Thou, Oh Nation
The warning, the alarms
Imminent danger looms the streets, the farms
Crying out loud for everyone to hear
Those things that should make the nation fear.
Fear not that the nation is diverse
It is an issue we cannot reverse
Fear not for varying ethnicity
The tower of Babel bears responsibility
Fear not the dissimilar languages you speak
Lingua franca will edge the prick
Fear not thou exogamy
True love might not be found in endogamy
But fear thou oh nation, the emotion
Of leaders who represent your notion
For they are in corruption engulfed
Money, not your interest loved
Fear thou oh nation, the war
Of people who protect your law
For justice is blinded with the scarf of bribery
Case closed, with the culprit they merry
Fear thou o nation, the office
Where you are regarded a novice
Because you cannot paint the ground for a permit
To see the Managers who unfaithfully remit
The warning lingers
Pointing accusing fingers
What do we for the coming generations hold?
This legacy perpetrated in double-fold?
poem by Anthony Seyi Abiodun
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America is America
America is America the land of the free, born in
the hope of a new world created, amongst men
who believed the vision of liberty and a freedom
to live in this glorious world
as inspired by valued people, created by its natural
landscaping, bounded by principles that to live in
harmony with nature has come to witness the wisdom
of our dear forefather the dignity of each man, living
in a time of what has been bless by the Almighty Father
perfected by His creation
as the spring birth the summer breeze, and the night
comes after the day, the morning has bless the loving
people of America, where respect and understanding
welcome all nation to shelter, the cheddar of Lebanon
Oh! America, where every hope comes in the most
expected ways, come swift it away for the day has given
to you to stay, Nay! America leaves us with pain, our
hearts echo it joy to renew the eternity bell, where you
always there to lend your hand, Alas! America, your
the answer of our call, the unity that we almost fall, the
clings of every nation souls to live freely as everybody
wants to be free
America is America, the journey that always there, the
step that make us well and the nation that takes you there
Viva America!
poem by Antonio Liao
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In emerging democracies like Russia, in authoritarian states like Iran or even Yugoslavia, journalists play a vital role in civil society. In fact, they form the very basis of those new democracies and civil societies.
quote by Christiane Amanpour
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Planned Obsolescence
The nation of greed
Manifest the nation of need
The hand that once fed us
Has planted the seed
It has started to grow
Taking us whole
Binds us to the blind man’s path
The nation of greed
Finds its need
Squeezing our sin so tightly
Golden reins with diamond veins
Upon a sleight of silver bones
Make your own choice
The box is black
Lock it, or pick it
Jack it, who cares
Pandora’s recession
Only choose once
So what will it be
The land of the free
Or the home of the need
poem by Christian Connor Schwantes
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Feared Republic
Nation is thrilled and filled,
Celebrating January 26,2010.
Viewing the labored faces in the idiot box,
I am brooding,
What we have achieved?
What we have lost?
Is it only a talked republic and
Much cherished constitution?
I want to introspect,
What is it that makes my nation weak?
Why million cries beat my heart day round
And make me feared abound.
Fear of rising index of crime and corruption,
Fear of soaring prices and empty bellies,
Fear of unholy nights and bloody days,
Fear of endless wait for justice,
Fear of chair deals by corrupt mohanics coalitions,
Fear of blast and mines,
Fear of blood thirsty Maowadis and Jihadis,
Fear of intruders welcomed without visas,
Fear of cross border enemies nourished as friends,
Fear of valued slaughter goats and unvalued girls,
Fear of despair in abundance,
Fear of banishment of hope and peace,
Fear why I love my dear sick nation?
Where merit is crushed and dreams shattered.
I am done with these fears.
My leaders secular ask me
To throw the fear and love out.
Then I cherished a dream inside,
Some one wakes us up,
Some who will make nation proud
And take the nation on cloud ninth,
Someone will act and heel our wounded world,
And not to wait for the dried flowers and devastated dreams,
To bloom in the next world.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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A Sunday Prayer 08
Oh Lord our father
who watches over us each day,
extend a healing hand
over the sick and infirmed
across every land.
Help them to recover
a little bit each day.
Help them, as they would want to help us.
Be with them daily as they recover.
poem by David Harris
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