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Sumahama
Sumahama
Theres a lovers leap in old japan
Where the lovers walk along the sand
Hand in hand at sumahama
Sumahama
Born a lovely oriental daughter
Never ever having met her father
Asks some questions of her mother
Tell me tell me mama
Will you ever go again to sumahama
Perhaps youll find love there
Somewhere between the earth the sky and water
There at sumahama
Sumahama
In the autumn as the leaves are falling
One can almost hear the lovers calling
From the sea at sumahama
Sumahama
Years have past and tears have long since dried
But no amount of time could hope to hide
A love so strong from sumahama
Tell me tell me mama
Will you go with me back to sumahama
Perhaps youll find him there
Somewhere between the earth the sky and water
There at sumahama
Sumahama
Soko auku esoru tota chika
Tenay taio toa de daorita
Kero nino shioui hama
Itso itso mama
Sumahama ni
Itso maka iku no
Sugi ta io
Sogashi ni u mi nuka naka sumahama
Sumahama
Theres a lovers leap in old japan
Where the lovers walk along the sand
Hand and hand at sumahama
Sumahama
Paki niki no maga kiroyoni
Sabi shiko kana shekoino da
Sumahama no mi tara
song performed by by Beach Boys

Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Are you offended by the word 'offensive'? If so..
‘Cell-phone and sell’ is the new money-maker;
‘taking offence’ vicariously is the new morality…
switch on your mobile if you’re near
any ‘celebrity’ – best of all, backstage
or nervous from the make-up room;
you may catch some phrase that’s not meant
for your ears; or a private word that causes offence
between two people, but privately;
then put it up on YouTube; sell it to the Sundays;
the world can share it; and shiver with righteous delight
in ‘taking offence’; maybe a reporter will catch you
in the street so you can add your shock-horror quota
to the public outrage at a private word..
oh for the days when the gusty breeze of humour
blew these words away; who remembers now,
when the nation revelled in ‘Love Thy Neighbour’ on the telly
and ‘nig-nog’ and ‘whitey’ were thrown about;
(When will they dare to broadcast a repeat?)
or even the days when ‘Paki-bashing’ drew attention
to our vicious prejudices; and we could feel genuine shame;
or the time when ‘niggardly’ was practically banned
because it sounded like an insult?
If we go on like this, being called a ‘Northerner’
will imply some insult; as would ‘Southerner’…
As the cannibal chief said when he popped
a tasty missionary into the curried (oops, sorry..) stew:
‘It’s all a matter of social context, Rev…it’s
nothing personal…’
And whatever you’re called when you’re grown-up –
remember: it never hurts like those playground names...
or worse, nick-names that stuck for years…
from those of your own age, who
yesterday or tomorrow, might again be chums..?
Somewhere in Australia at this very moment
someone called Murdoch is calling someone just like me or you
a ‘whinging Pom’…remind me to take offence, would you?
Then I’ll sound off to the Sun…
poem by Michael Shepherd

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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~****economic Racism ****~
A white man english.
Proud to be a cleaner of london streets
The woman scott marched off his bed since decade or two
For a truck drivers christ sake
Since then nobody accepted the ageing man with time
Complained buddhists being devoid of balls and hindus have caste system
But i doubted why then no renowned solicitor from chancery lane or a member
of british parliament do not open white arms of snow that he brings in summer
I did put him in thought until one day his fingers fell on a fish
A girl who resembles a children from philippines
poor she is reared up, more poor her innocence
to be victim of coming to england thinking the roads of britain
to be laid on stones which when touched become gold with english residence
Something to never happen for her trust of being just eighteen in disdain and chastity dishonoured
by this man before the foxy shackles of legal bills
But he claims still he is not a paedophile
what the other day he said as racist slurs on a silent rally of muslims to play agile
Now he dies.Owing to burdened health.
For his ritual his claimed son from an unknown mother has no time from countng chickens and eggs
His hatred what he learned as Paki from school is a gun not to be reloaded in mouth
He brought the poor filipino for some pervert heroism over race
a narrow path of white patch which when when disbanded shocks come in counts of colours
what the world overlooks, the victims feel and britain`s save white laws make them reel
a practised national socialism of laws by white for whites for others on the verge of efface
in proportion of tax paid to a woman who never studied finance
Coming back to philippina she has no eat now
No dog to sit with a plastic cup before central london
lined with madness, weariness of men-perhaps they could not just clean their way out
born in first world capitalism with so much insurance of a big mouth
This woman has none -not even permanent residence and justice undone
The dirt of london cleaned over years as pension does not even make her
stay ensured to be permanent, she will be thrown out unknowingly
as life is perhaps more hard in finding another cleaner
who voicing to be christ everytime never understood what
christ originally who was never but a jew meant and directed it to be
a prophecy which if not sold on streets as a jehovahs propaganda
and waging wars worldwide would have done better