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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Theme From The City Of Beggars
Free the beggars from poverty today
Free the beggars from the slam today
Free the beggars from slave labour
Give the beggars some hope today
Put a smile on the beggars face
The beggars are starving today
So go ahead and feed the beggars some bread and water
Because that is better than nothing
Give the beggars the same right
That the rich got
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Beggars Day
If this is heaven, then Im in hell
If trust is misfortune, then wish me well
While I think of sadness baby
Your light shines through, your light shines through
Your light shines through
Chorus:
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Ive lost control of my darker side
A world all for free, on a nastier ride
*and I have crossed myself in anger
All your mercy cant save me, all your mercy cant save me
All your mercy cant save me
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Lead:
Its beggars day
You know its beggars day
Because its beggars day
See this love, Ive stored for you
Wheel it and deal it, but our feelins are true
Repeat *
Chorus (2x)
(written by nils lofgren)
(published by almo music corp./hilmer publishing co. ascap)
song performed by by Nazareth
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The filth of the culture.
Beggars are a few who beg for food.
Beggars are a few who beg for money.
Beggars are plenty who beg for acceptance.
It reflects the filth of the culture.
10.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inviting worries
Men of wealth worry of being robbed.
Men of repute worry of being besmirched.
Beggars and coolies are getting their sleep.
Others strive hard to invite worries.15.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Purple Hat Box
I had worries, worries had me,
so I packed ‘em up and stowed 'em away.
I kept the worries at bay, you might say.
The trouble was they bugged me,
they screamed and itched and tugged me!
So I put them in a box.
It was a deep, purple hat box.
Some days I'd forget about them,
but then I'd remember and peep inside.
The worries glared at me with their big pop eyes!
They laughed at me, taunted me,
they were wild.
They talked in my head all day and all night.
They were stalking me!
Something had to be done
I opened the box again, threw them in,
nailed the lid down, real tight,
sat on the box and sighed.
The worries cried for mercy one more time
and then, guess what…………?
They died.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Widow At Windsor
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
(Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,
There's 'er mark on the medical stores --
An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind
That takes us to various wars.
(Poor beggars! -- barbarious wars!)
Then 'ere's to the Widow at Windsor,
An' 'ere's to the stores an' the guns,
The men an' the 'orses what makes up the forces
O' Missis Victorier's sons.
(Poor beggars! Victorier's sons!)
Walk wide o' the Widow at Windsor,
For 'alf o' Creation she owns:
We 'ave bought 'er the same with the sword an' the flame,
An' we've salted it down with our bones.
(Poor beggars! -- it's blue with our bones!)
Hands off o' the sons o' the Widow,
Hands off o' the goods in 'er shop,
For the Kings must come down an' the Emperors frown
When the Widow at Windsor says "Stop"!
(Poor beggars! -- we're sent to say "Stop"!)
Then 'ere's to the Lodge o' the Widow,
From the Pole to the Tropics it runs --
To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an' the file,
An' open in form with the guns.
(Poor beggars! -- it's always they guns!)
We 'ave 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor,
It's safest to let 'er alone:
For 'er sentries we stand by the sea an' the land
Wherever the bugles are blown.
(Poor beggars! -- an' don't we get blown!)
Take 'old o' the Wings o' the Mornin',
An' flop round the earth till you're dead;
But you won't get away from the tune that they play
To the bloomin' old rag over'ead.
(Poor beggars! -- it's 'ot over'ead!)
Then 'ere's to the sons o' the Widow,
Wherever, 'owever they roam.
'Ere's all they desire, an' if they require
A speedy return to their 'ome.
(Poor beggars! -- they'll never see 'ome!)
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Lord Buddha begged.
The society has more thieves than beggars.
In a way, beggars are better than thieves.
They beg but steal not and get but usurp not.
Mortgaging their ego, they are begging.
It is easy to steal but hard to beg.
Give or not, don’t treat beggars with contempt.
Do treat them at par while you give them alms.
Feel elated while you offer them alms.
While giving, dispel their humiliation.
Lord Buddha too led His life as a beggar.
19.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Somber Twilight
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he has to work.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he has no job.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he can only pay his bills.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he can't pay anyone.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because everyone seems to love him.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Becasue he has no one to love him.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he might oversleep.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he cannot sleep.
One man lies down
In somber twilight
With reserved sadness and joy.
Another man lies down
In somber twilight
With reserved joy but sadness.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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Beggars Farm
Youre taking chances. and your reputations going down.
Going out in the night-time. you think you make no sound.
But you dont fool me. 'cos I know what you feel.
If you ignore the things I say --
Someday soons gonna find you
'way down on beggars farm.
I pay my money for no returns.
I think I need you. going to find someone.
Oh, you dont fool me. 'cos I know what you feel.
When you go out I ask you why.
And I wont worry when I see you lying
Down on beggars farm.
When you run to me, going to turn away.
Wont even listen when you try to say
That you were only fooling around --
'cos I know what you feel.
But if you ask me nicely, woman --
Ill wake up early one day soon and
Ill visit you down on beggars farm.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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If Wishes Were Horses
Come with me you can wish upon a star
You can do all the things that you've longed to
And you won't have to wonder who you are
You can be anybody you want to
In a land full of promises and kings
All your best laid dreams are for catchin'
You can have the world to tie up on a string
Just close your eyes and imagine
If wishes were horses
Beggars would ride
All dreams and desires would ride along side
Worries and troubles would fall off behind
If wishes were horses
song performed by by Bryan Adams from Sweeney Todd
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Worries..Get Lost To My Mind's Corners!
Straining my every nerve
I search every nook and corner
and pick up and bundle up
all my worries in a huge sack.-
loading it onto my back
with extreme effort
and panting breath
reach your temple!
O..what is it?
a sack or a mountain?
who carries it on his back?
who totters in temple corridors?
Yes-
it is you.my God!
is it the worries of all peoples of this world.
which breakes your back?
O my poor God., rich with our worries!
I pity you!
My huge load of worries!
get lost to the corners of my mind!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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Back In The Sunshine Again
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries
And no more pain
Were leaving behind
All our troubles and strife
And thats the way its gonna be
For the rest of my life
Here we are, here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain, no more pain
Lifes too short, to spend it lonely
You only throw it away
Listen to your voice of reason, call it a day
Take a ride, take a ride
Out to the land of the free
Dont hurry take your time, take your time
Come and spend it with me
Back in the sunshine
Back in the sunshine
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain
Lifes too short, to spend it lonely
You only throw it away
Listen to your voice of reason, call it a day
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries or pain
And no more pain
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries
Back in the sunshine again
song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I See The Door
As sirens screamed out in the darkness
And fire fell down from the sky
As we cowered again in the bunker
We all knew the reason why
As our houses lay in ruins
And our sons were shot side by side
As the devil danced upon the graveyard
We all knew who's to blame
"For I am not one of the cowards
For I'm neither mortal nor weak
For I am the one you have longed for
A new master-race forsee"
He that is without sin among you
Let him first cast a stone on you...
Joh. 8,1
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
If leaders feed beggars, a nation of beggars will fight
Those you once seduced
Are now here to be crucified
The principle of a fool
Who's betrayed and sacrificed
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
Up to the ears in blood...
Shakespeare
song performed by by Verve
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I See The Door
As sirens screamed out in the darkness
And fire fell down from the sky
As we cowered again in the bunker
We all knew the reason why
As our houses lay in ruins
And our sons were shot side by side
As the devil danced upon the graveyard
We all knew who's to blame
"For I am not one of the cowards
For I'm neither mortal nor weak
For I am the one you have longed for
A new master-race forsee"
He that is without sin among you
Let him first cast a stone on you...
Joh. 8,1
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
If leaders feed beggars, a nation of beggars will fight
Those you once seduced
Are now here to be crucified
The principle of a fool
Who's betrayed and sacrificed
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
Up to the ears in blood...
Shakespeare
song performed by by Verve
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Worries 2
At times, we feel that
we have the worries of the world
resting on our shoulders
that seem to increase in size
as everyday passes.
We look around for someone to talk to;
invariably there is no one there.
The worries magnify themselves ten fold
and you begin to wonder how you will ever cope with them.
You keep looking over your shoulder
believing someone is watching
every move you make,
but know it is your imagination
just playing tricks on you.
The worries keep increasing at an alarming rate.
You begin to wonder
if there is any way out
with the burden that you carry.
You look for options that might help you through,
or is there just one way,
just to end it all.
Give up and submit,
end everything.
These are the words that ring out in your head.
They add more confusion
to the worries you already have.
You go to bed hoping, always hoping
tomorrow things will be better,
but in your heart, you know they won’t.
It will only be another repetitive circle
of what you have had today.
21 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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The other bank is green
In lords’ view
Beggars are the most suffering community.
In beggars’ view
Lords are the most enjoying community.
They aren’t as they are viewed.
04.04.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Raul
Raul
he made it in the foriegn land
and returned to his country
bought a big house
and a brand new car.
Raul
everytime he drove the car
as if he did not see
the beggars on the street
that he had just let the water from the gutter
to splash on them
while his car moved on.
Raul
when he had a car accident
the people who rushed him to the hospital
that helped save his life
were the beggars on the street.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Managing can be more discouraging than playing, especially when you're losing because when you're a player, there are at least individual goals you can shoot for. When you're a manager all the worries of the team become your worries.