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Too Few In Number
I am not here to pamper your indulgences.
Or change a diaper,
On no one's grown ass.
That needs repeating!
I am not here to pamper your indulgences.
Or change a diaper,
On no one's grown ass.
If you are helpless...
You wont have to ask!
I'll be there.
That is not my point!
I am not here to pamper your indulgences.
Or make light references to these days we live.
There is a seriousness about what takes place today.
And I do not cater or patronize fools...
To entertain to maintain an acceptance of their ignorance.
There is a need for respect and discipline not happening.
And I am going to do my best,
To show respect to those who know what that means.
Since there are too few in number who do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Like A Bazaar
Every event is like a bazaar
We bargain with our minds
And cast our bids
With our hearts
He who becomes taken by the lesser
Will be enslaved to the greater
Urged on by our indulgences
Are we ever freed
Go and follow the sequences
Just described
And be devoured within
You with no discrimination
So hidden are great manifestations
But we are held hostage
To self indulgences
And what the bazaar brings
poem by Richard Hinz
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Victims No More
Victims No more on this Mother Earth,
No More killing of her
people, animals, mammals, fish and birds,
to them she has given birth.
Yes, victims no more,
For all of us as one,
what you do unto the innocent
with your weapons,
has devastating repercussions.
From a standpoint of victims you make us your slaves,
bringing all of us to an early grave.
No Victims of the Sea,
the sea creatures are meant to have a destiny,
and swim in an ocean that is clean.
No one is here to have their homes taken away from them,
be it through pollution of oil from which it stems.
This oil drilling has to end.
So put down your weapons.
Copyright 2010 Christina Surnise
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Victims No More
Victims No more on this Mother Earth,
No More killing of her
people, animals, mammals, fish and birds,
to them she has given birth.
Yes, victims no more,
For all of us as one,
what you do unto the innocent
with your weapons,
has devastating repercussions.
From a standpoint of victims you make us your slaves,
bringing all of us to an early grave.
No Victims of the Sea,
the sea creatures are meant to have a destiny,
and swim in an ocean that is clean.
No one is here to have their homes taken away from them,
be it through pollution of oil from which it stems.
This oil drilling has to end.
So put down your weapons.
Copyright 2010 Christina Surnise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Who Are the Victims of This Misguidance?
They were not aware they were being treated special?
Like one who waves,
From the backseat of a limousine.
Did it occur to them...
As they passed those homeless,
Hungry and poor.
Their very presence had been considered obscene?
And why was it necessary...
To careen through lost and vacant dreams?
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
They were not aware they were being treated special?
Even when hints were dropped...
They should continue and not stop.
They should not ask any questions,
But proceed to throw bread...
Out of the window instead.
And consider those who ran after crumbs...
As birds without wings.
Since they do not like to be called bums.
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
And they were not aware they were being treated special?
Those who rode inside by a driver.
Nor did they who chased collecting another's waste.
Believing their needs were being met.
By someone who accepted them...
And left them to forget.
As those electing to choose values of poor taste.
Something neither chose...
As they ran or rode,
To remember or regret!
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back To Back
They came at dawn into the morning light
Black shadows riding on the mist
Prepered for battle, swords were shining bright
Filled with anger and harm
Came to kill not to charm
The sound of metal screaming in the air
The time has come were justice rules
The endless victims looking up in fear
Now, who are the fools
Oh, here they come, riders of the sun
And they will fightback to back
Theyre fighting hard, their way to victory
Dead bodies lying on the ground
They are the soldiers of eternity
And their swords spinning around
Oh, here they come, riders of the sun
And they will fightback to back
Kill with power, ready to ride, lets go
They got it all, theyll never fall
But they will fight
The night is falling, light will disappear
A magic silence fills the place
Could read the warning, shining crystal clear
Now they were lost for the chase
Oh, here they come, riders of the sun
And they will fightback to back
No, no, no ,no
song performed by by Hammerfall
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The Victims
Who are those that stand by the pillars
Of stop signs or in front of liquor stores?
Are they the forgotten heroes who were once
Served and sent to wars for this country?
Or, are they the victims of social users incense
Of illegal drugs, alcohol, or sex for money?
Who are they?
Are they the victims of our country's economy,
Who lost their jobs outsourced by their company?
Or, are they the victims of love losing their sanity
By rape, battery, or purely the victims of poverty?
Who are they?
That I can no longer pull change from my coin tray;
That I can no longer look at them with eye to eye;
That I can no longer put faith or minute of honesty;
For I was also their victim of their luscious trickery.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.
quote by Peter De Vries
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Ki Jan-Ilye Is Dead
Dictators die too; nobody is eternal
No one is here on earth for life
All humans are the same and equal
Under the sun of the Almighty God.
Instead of crying, I giggle and laugh
When one of those criminals finally
Kicks the bloody bucket; God
Will always have the last words.
Kill by the swords and you shall die by the swords
Hate only destroys and love heals
Political prisoners are hung by their heels
Beat, mistreated, abused, humiliated
And cowardly assassinated
Always remember, at times, Justice may be slow,
But she will inevitably come at the end of the show.
Ki Jan-Ilye is dead
It is ironically sad
To see crying and weeping the very people
That his regime had oppressed for years
Their reaction turned my heart purple
Mad man, at death, can bring happy tears
That inspire and excite journalists,
Poets, reporters, writers and activists.
Dictators eventually die; only God is eternal
The dreams of the innocent will live forever
The prayers of the victims are sealed in God’s coffer
All humans are identical and equal.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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The generosity of the American public toward the victims of Hurricane Katrina and the Tsunami has been reflected in the outpouring of support for the Pakistani earthquake victims.
quote by Jon Porter
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DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress.
quote by Harriet Ann Jacobs
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To they who survive on less than one dollar a day
Hobos who're denied a decent shelter
And stripped of all vestiges of human dignity,
And poverty stricken villagers and desperate refugees
Who're denied decent medical care and access to justice,
And children who must forage for food in the dustbins
The just of the world have not forgotten you
And the soldiers who wage the wars of extermination
Against their own people,
And those who're forced to be the sex slaves
Of the moneyed and the toddlers who become child soldiers
And the misguided and greedy drug mules who are raped and
And tortured and hanged and left to rot in foreign jails
Our children
We have not forgotten you
And the world demands a true and more humane
World order that stands up to demand justice
For the victims of state sponsored violence
And justice for the victims of ritual murder and female
Genital mutilation and the victims of AIDS
And the entire universe demands
Justice for the victims of racist attacks and the victims of mob violence
And from the bosoms of their hearts the children of the world stand
Stand up as one and they demand justice for the victims of mindless
Violence and they cry out for justice for the victims of genocide
And they want to see the perpetrators of ethnic cleansing
Brought to justice to answer for their evil deeds
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Indulgences
I've learned this,
About self indulgences.
Do not be too quick to share them.
Nor entertain the thought.
Allow no one to discover an interest.
Or claim them as their own!
Turn them into habits.
They become easier to defend 'then'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
quote by Agatha Christie
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Autocrat
Many say your trial
Would not be a fair one
It is the richest that
Are given this gift
You may rape and take
Your dollar can eat
Whatever it can afford
And your victims are
Nothing but liars
In the eyes of the law
And I should be killed
For naming them victims
Because you have enough
Money to buy this, more
Than enough gold to spare
A penny to force down
My already sore throat
poem by Stefanie Fontker
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The Crime Victims Fund is distributed to service providers who assist millions of crime victims annually throughout our communities in a host of ways. It is paid for by fines levied on criminals, not taxpayers.
Posting Pictures
i'm going to quit writing poetry,
and start taking pictures...
pictures of the homeless,
the jobless, the hungry,
the war victims, drug victims,
crime victims, victims of oppressive
regimes, beaten, imprisoned, threatened...
starting right here!
the elderly left to die in want,
those left to live on the street,
families sleeping in cars,
parents burying their children...
smoke stacks smoking,
nuclear disasters, oil spills,
mountains being mined,
timber being cut...
lonely people walking alone!
small children crying...
lovers left in the cold...
empty churches full of people.
i'm going to post these pictures in color
for all the world to see,
post them in dead silence...
maybe then someone will hear,
hear, and offer a hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The genius of the economic machine is in its ability to convert these indulgences into profitability. It converts desire into attention, a grip on our eyeballs and eardrums, which in turn can be marketed to advertisers.
quote by Todd Gitlin
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Victims Of The Past
Shallow graves
of the victims
of the past
Haunt their tormentors
to the last
There's no escape
from the victims
of the past
Their coming for you
as you catch
your last breath
So tormentors beware
Just because
your victim is dead
It does not mean
they do not see
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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