Clearly, it is difficult for us to come to a true understanding of what human sacrifice meant to the sixteenth century Aztec; but it may be observed that every culture possesses its own idea of what is and what is not cruel. At the height of their career the Romans shed more blood in their circuses and for their amusement than ever the Aztecs did before their idols. The Spaniards so sincerely moved by the cruelty of the native priests, nevertheless massacred, burnt, mutilated and tortured with a perfectly clear conscience. We, who shudder at the tales of the bloody rites of ancient Mexico, have seen with our own eyes and in our days civilized nations proceed systematically to the extermination of millions of human beings and to the perfection of weapons capable of annihilating in one second a hundred [times] more victims than the Aztecs ever sacrificed.
Jacques Soustelle in Dances of Anáhuac
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In this world, torn with hate and war, adrift without an anchor or a compass with which to chart our course, we may well consider the Aztecs’ example. The Indians worked together for their common good, and no sacrifice was too great for their corporate well-being.
George C. Vaillant in The Aztecs of Mexico
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Indomitable Will To Survive
Conditions in
the Warsaw ghetto;
inhuman Nazi
extermination camps;
proved that not
everyone possesses
raw ability to suicide;
a few will fight
struggle to survive
indefinitely regardless;
in spite of heinous
cruelty deprivations;
humiliations in which
systematically tormented;
as victims of an insidious
calculated abhorred evil;
individuals without
hope have historically
found themselves in;
during eras of oppression
raw need will to survive
surpasses all boundaries;
all oppression in rare
individuals of indomitable will;
exceptional rare human beings
who can never roll over and die;
supreme testament to faith
courage no satanic demon can break;
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Aztecs believe they started up in what's now New Mexico, and wandered for 10,000 years before they got down into where they are now, in Mexico City. That's a weird legend.
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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Molech
Our wonderful world,
Our wonderful homes,
Of the customs and traditions;
But, no one is stronger than Yahweh!
Bye-bye to summer and hello to winter,
And like Nimrod and his 'mother-wife' Semiramis!
Bye-bye to winter and hello to summer,
And like the resurrection of nature after winter!
To Constantine the Emperor,
But, Nimrod married his mother.
To the Pilgrims of Plymouth Colony,
With Easter Bunny and Easter Coloured Eggs!
And like the Aztecs of Mexico.
The goddess Ceres,
The German and the Celtic Yule rites;
And like a writer's ink!
But, Saturnalia became what is called Christmas today;
Yes, the very worship of the god Saturn!
Of the pagan customs,
Of the servants of Satan,
And to the Norse people of ancient Scandinavia;
Norse Ostara,
Norse Eostra,
And like a mysterious force!
And, of the worship of the ancestral spirits,
But marked by human sacrifice and lighted candles for Baal!
All in the name of hercules who was Molech.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When Danes Slaughter Dolphins
Whatever could have been their sin?
These creatures slain, these dolphins?
Massacred and killed for a despicable sign
Of manhood, adulthood, what insane design!
Their blood flows down the oceans, shed
Danish humanity is thus proven dead
What culture so vile, what abhorrent insanity
Towards creatures defenseless facing such cruelty?
No rational beings and no literate nation
Will allow this sadism and abomination
But it happens with the Danes, and it is irrational
A practice that man is the most cruel of animals!
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 14,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Culture Forgotten
In a gringo society
Chicanos thrive
culture changing
as we try to survive
the vatos in the calles
kill our own kind
our culture we can't find
Aztec ancestors
Spanish savages
the blood of warriors
but our native tongue is tied
family from mexico, access denied
a fence divides
we act out in aggression
now la raza has tension
tattoos with meaning unknown
ignorance is whats really shown
our culture is lost
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Red With Native Blood
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
We have soiled it so, with our hands,
red with native blood.
The earth was stained, when we first came,
red with native blood.
We stole their domain, with a barbaric claim:
that we were civilised and they were not,
that they were the savages and we were not,
when we ravaged the land that began to clot,
red with native blood.
Not content with genocide
we interned them in reserves.
To break their culture
and tribal ways;
in stealing children
the state was brave,
to turn their women
into household slaves,
and hope their men would die,
unmourned, in lonely graves;
a problem to us no more.
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
Acknowledge their just demands,
wash the stains from our hands,
give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Human Perfection?
Perfection:
The Holy Grail of human beings
Yet;
Masked by parental ignorance
Fogged by societal imprinting
Deemed impossible by self-loathing victims
Impugned and judged by the self-righteous
Struck blind by fear and guilt
Perfection:
Cannot be attained by deeds,
Rather by recognizing true self
As a Divine Act of God here and now
As all is fashioned from the “Light of Creation”
Rejoice precious ones' for perfection lay within
A Master once taught, “Know thy self”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
song performed by by Judas Priest
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The Age
My beast, my age, who will try
to look you in the eye,
and weld the vertebrae
of century to century,
with blood? Creating blood
pours out of mortal things:
only the parasitic shudder,
when the new world sings.
As long as it still has life,
the creature lifts its bone,
and, along the secret line
of the spine, waves foam.
Once more life’s crown,
like a lamb, is sacrificed,
cartilage under the knife -
the age of the new-born.
To free life from jail,
and begin a new absolute,
the mass of knotted days
must be linked by means of a flute.
With human anguish
the age rocks the wave’s mass,
and the golden measure’s hissed
by a viper in the grass.
And new buds will swell, intact,
the green shoots engage,
but your spine is cracked
my beautiful, pitiful, age.
And grimacing dumbly, you writhe,
look back, feebly, with cruel jaws,
a creature, once supple and lithe,
at the tracks left by your paws.
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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When we, through our educational culture, through the media, through the entertainment culture, give our children the impression that human beings cannot control their passions, we are telling them, in effect, that human beings cannot be trusted with freedom.
quote by Alan Keyes
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Happy Holidays To You As Well
Those brave faced days,
Have been packed to put away.
What is felt as seen...
Is no longer emotionally,
Denied as 'is'.
That major part played,
Cast as we are as human beings.
It is difficult enough,
Feeling those aches and pains...
With no one wishing to knock,
To borrow just a cup!
And to leave without understanding,
How the bills get paid.
Or who lives on a fixed income...
When one thinks nothing,
Of even coming to take that away.
Hey...
Aren't these days about sharing?
Those brave faced days,
Have been packed to put away.
What is felt as seen...
Is no longer emotionally,
Denied as 'is'.
That major part played,
Cast as we are as human beings.
Cast as we are as human beings.
I said,
Cast as we are as...
Oh,
Nevermind.
You're welcome.
Anytime.
What's mine is yours.
My regards to your family.
No!
Consider it a favor.
Keep the cup.
Happy Holidays to you as well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sacrifices
Beautiful values and culture
No freedom to follow one's own believe
Freedom of following the culture is banned
Sacrifice of their vision and mission
Beautiful mind and soul
It was kept in dark and hidden
Hence left with no choices
Sacrifice of the inner strength
Beautiful kindness and compassion
Taken as a weakness
Tortured and abused
Sacrifice of being human
Beautiful life
Too much which has filled the air
Breathing out of frustration
Sacrifice of their precious life by setting themselves on fire
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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Kindness and compassion toward all living things is a mark of a civilized society. Conversely, cruelty, whether it is directed against human beings or against animals, is not the exclusive province of any one culture or community of people. Racism, economic deprival, dog fighting and cock fighting, bull fighting and rodeos are cut from the same fabric: violence. Only when we have become nonviolent toward all life will we have learned to live well ourselves.
Cesar Chavez in letter
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Those Who Are Cruel To Animals
'Tis something I learned early in my life when I was in Primary School
That those who are cruel to animals to humans can be cruel
For cruelty does not have borders as a weapon of power
And the one who is brave with a gun without it easily cower.
Those who are cruel to animals on causing others pain enjoy
And if you can kick a dog or cat I cannot see a reason why
That you will not kick another human being if to cruelty you're inclined
I do not agree with the saying that one has to be cruel to be kind.
If you kick a dog up the backside for that he will remember you
And the next time you pass by his gate on your leg he might chew
An animal will not like you if you he has grown to fear
And he will feel stressed and unhappy when to him you are near.
Those who are cruel to animals can be cruel to humans too
For cruelty does not know borders only happens to be true
The animal you are kind to will always be your friend
And 'tis true that love and kindness always wins out at the end
poem by Francis Duggan
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Being Gotten In
Harvard was founded in 1636,
And Yale was founded in 1701;
But like the Cherokees of the Americans with the autumn flowers,
My mind is now made up like the Aztecs of Mexico.
Along the shores of Cape Cold Bay in my love,
With wild fruits of nuts like the winter berries;
But to be on board with the May Flower,
And like James Town on the James River.
Give me an axe to chop down a wood in the forest,
For i am now setting my feet on a dry land;
With the hissing of snakes around me,
For the rivers of the flooding waters are now seen ahead of me.
Oh life!
Baldness has come upon Gaza;
And of lives decorated with anutmn flowers,
For i am now being gotten in! !
Hissing, kissing, missing!
I am like one who cuts down a sacred tree;
But in the Fall of 1621,
The earth sook with a great noise for their fall!
No flight for my swift lover,
For you've harnessed your horses for war!
But the sharpness of my spear is like the land of the dead.
A few out of many to sing to my joy,
For there is no escape at the strong holds;
And i am now being gotten in.
Life at the Universities and,
Life to those in pwer! !
But my mind writes like the Aztecs of Mexico,
And like the hissing of the snakes around me!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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In Mexico you have death very close. That's true for all human beings because it's a part of life, but in Mexico, death can be found in many things.
quote by Gael Garcia Bernal
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Unnormally Zone
Closing eyes
Do you fill overtaking pain?
Moving medial pictures...
You're vomiting with blood...
Murderer family...Shot child... Massacred body...
...The victim of attack...maltreated woman...
During spasms
You fill going through
You shutter
"Death Gate" is inside you
It's going - you fill again...
Wonderful dark world
Unnormally zone born by human
Dark walks through streets
Terror...Death...Plague...Clearence...
Last seconds of life, falling into abyss...
Shutter - murderer family
The last glance, clean event and place - shot child
The last conscience, speed and great hit - massacred body
The last move, cut larynx - the victim of attack
The last thoughts about children
Bloody eyes, broken bones - maltreated woman...
Revenge is coming slowly
The last want to come and live - through you...
You're to help them
To be the "Gate"
Millions of spirits are to pay
attention at you
Last want to fill...
Bestial world of murder
Unimaginable zone born by demons
Bright glitter flowing the world
Pain...Insanity...Cold...Clearence...
song performed by by Yattering
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The cemetery of the victims of human cruelty in our century is extended to include yet another vast cemetery, that of the unborn.
quote by Pope John Paul II
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