War like any other racket, pays high dividends to the very few. The cost of operations is always transferred to the people who do not profit.
quote by Smedley Butler
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Best Buy, Good Sale, Fine, Sell
ok, you got the best buy
in the history of sales
got this contract
with lesser obligations
but more returns
maximized at most
for your benefit
though, it's scratched
with what?
with some hidden defects
got the best buy today
cheap
tomorrow i will have a good sale
of course, more expensive
for my gain & profit
that's how capitalism works
a third country having the best
buy from the rich country
and sells the same
to its people at a higher cost
of their freedom
and other liberties
ok, fine, if everything is at its highest
sell
what you bought at the cheapest
this is the law
and this will always be the law
when cheap buy
when high, sell
boils down to....
what do i get? yes, profit.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Think Before You Chop
Money grows on trees?
No, oxygen does and pays
Everyone dividends
poem by Ken e Hall
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Stop Before You Chop
Money grows on trees?
No, oxygen does and pays
Dividends with life
poem by Ken e Hall
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Wants And Needs
everytime your hands close
on something you want, someone
else's hands are empty of
what they need.
the difference between needs
and wants, is the difference
between freedom and slavery.
be careful of what you want!
every transaction has a cost.
who pays the cost... and in the
end who pays for that?
dont let what you want own you!
dont take your wants at the expense
of someone else's needs.
we came into this world naked,
we will leave the same way.
what we cling to is only a hindrance.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My People Everyday.
my people,
my people I see beauty,
my people I see that house,
my people I know all about profit,
my people you are the greatest,
my people I know all about love,
my people let's wake,
my people know your enemies,
my people realise all about great authority,
my people wake,
my people don't let them get you,
I know that the Lord of Creations in the healer,
They will never see my face,
They will never see the beauty of all time's,
That the great profit is from my Heavenly King.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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What some people mistake for the high cost of living is really the cost of high living.
quote by Doug Larson
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When I was a freelancer, I thought this journalism thing was a racket, and now that I'm where I am now, I know it's a racket.
quote by Tabitha Soren
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Big Money
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My older brother tommy was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early hed climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it so one day I asked him why
Chorus:
He said it pays big money and man Im into that
It pays big money if youre willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money but he sure cant spend it now
Well, my late uncle charlie was this demolition hound
Hed travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went
He smoked them big long cigars and hed wink at you and grin
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Well now the moral of this story boys, is dont go getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives they just might put you in their will
Chorus:
That pays big money and were all into that
It pays big money and big moneys where its at
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and were rolling in it now
Chorus:
It pays big money having foolish kin
It pays big money guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money; lets all spend some of it now
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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War Business
Greed is into war business,
Arms sales are soaring high.
Profit billions in excess-
So what if people die?
Selling arms and bullets
For dollars and currencies
Let nations war -no regrets
The money brings prosperity!
Callous fools who make decisions
Creating war games that cost lives
Conspirators of world destruction
In death of men, their business thrives.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A business of high principle attracts high-caliber people more easily, thereby gaining a basic competitive and profit edge.
quote by Marvin Bower
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We worked to develop our own operations to advance U.S. counterterrorism objectives by penetrating terrorist safe havens and collecting intelligence that would inform policy and enable our own operations.
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Everyone’s motto
The service oriented have turned
To be the profit oriented;
The service minded have turned
To be the profit minded.
Attaining prosperity at any cost
Is everyone’s motto.
Which soldier cares deaths
Of fellow men in the battle?
21.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I knew how many MPs I had assigned to the brigade, how many military prison operations I would be running, but we needed to evaluate how many criminal prison operations we could support.
quote by Janis Karpinski
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Gavel And Cost!
has it always been easier
to kill your brother than
to listen to your brother?
that which we kill for
fades with time,
and is lost...
the gods we worship,
printed in denominations,
shipped in barrels!
who are we lying to?
we dig graves like
we're burying treasure.
morality driven by profit,
profit at the expense of...
we drench the streets of hell
with urine and holy dogma!
the faces in the mirror,
both gavel and cost!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Operations in Iraq and Afghanistan and the war on terrorism have reduced the pace of military transformation and have revealed our lack of preparation for defensive and stability operations. This Administration has overextended our military.
quote by Barack Obama
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I must swindle.
Hospitals are run for a profit.
Colleges are run for a profit.
Temples are run for a profit.
I must swindle to pay them.
11.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Margin Of Error
Impossible it is to have zero defects,
In an ongoing business relationship...
When an attachment to spats and tit for tats,
Begin.
Escalated screaming matches do not end,
With a forgiveness easily given.
And allowing a margin of error to widen,
In which obvious disrespect...
Becomes an open battle shown in public,
That is addressed between two that exists...
So difficult it is to continue to accept this!
And then pretentions enter in.
Introductions of rumors gossiped,
Has in fact exposed reality.
And without maturity expressed,
Dividends of happiness one expects to get...
Is not worth the prospects,
Of waiting with patience for positive change...
People who pay exorbitant fees,
For counseling are led to believe.
And the better it is for one's emotional survival,
To just walk away from an investment lost.
Than to pay the cost to sit behind bars confined,
With lots of time on one's mind trying to forget...
Being impulsive, selfish and impetuous.
'When I pushed him off the balcony,
It did not occur to me then...
How high we were.
And how low I allowed myself to stoop.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Warmth Into Frost
When you ignore your Heart
all that you do will never be enough
When we don't pay attention
to the wordless thoughts
it ain't so tough
to get caught up
and latch onto irrelevent stuff
...and what's the cost - what's the cost?
When you're playin' high stakes
Gambling with Fakes
and the world takes
your Warmth that burns
and turns it cold
like a Frost...What's the cost?
What's the cost
when
it couldn't be clearer
that the one in the mirror
is lost...?
IS ALL THE WORLD'S WARMTH
SLOWLY TURNING TO FROST? ?
poem by Ray Quesada
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