Where the carcase is, there will the vultures be.
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There ‘re Vultures All Around
Vultures in the sky
Vultures on the ground
There are vultures all around
In search of prey
They move their eyes
They do not whisper
They do not shout
Silently wait
For the opportune time
Mercilessly kill
To fulfill their desire
By hook or by crook
Without bothering
Who the killed one is?
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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If your friend is already dead, and being eaten by vultures, I think it's okay to feed some bits of your friend to one of the vultures, to teach him to do some tricks. But ONLY if you're serious about adopting the vulture.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Vultures!
Vultures not aware that they are torturers,
Eagle may assume that they are simple predators,
Circling above the ground, enjoying the breezy wind,
looking down with deep eyes only for one thing.
When their prey is spotted, the concentration get centered,
Eyes on that prey, the thought on that prey,
Wings stop to swing before a forceful delay,
Legs, claws and the nails just land on that display.
Vultures are there in you and I,
When the business man looks for the business,
When the doctors wait for the patients,
When the lawyers wait for the clients,
When the leaders wait for the votes,
Vultures are everywhere in them, you and I.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Vultures
Girls and lads are not vultures each other.
They are depraved and ensnared by uncles and aunts.
Lured by urge and cared for safety
Girls and lads succumb to the greater
vultures.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rain Or Shine
the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below
on the ground
are chunks of rotten meat.
the vultures are over-full.
our taxes have fed them
well.
we move on to the next
cage.
a man is in there
sitting on the ground
eating
his own shit.
i recognize him as
our former mailman.
his favorite expression
had been:
"have a beautiful day."
that day i did.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Be Proud
Be pride and poison for it,
Poor is the friar who took.
Pleasure is soon, sooner than ever,
When bones are picked by the vultures
Over our heads that speak of those ones that fly nearby.
Be proud and in the death of others be proud
Against a fountain of rifles and ammunition,
These are the guns we lift to our eyes and let vultures fly to die.
The monks are not in the vicinity, like hairy monks.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Where the carcase is, there shall the eagles be gathered together.
If you would resemble the vulture, look out for a carcase.
When the lion is dead the hares jump upon his carcase.
A Terrible Analogy
Trying to keep my mind innocent,
Is like trying to convince others
I have fond memories,
Of picking oranges...
From the lush orange groves,
Grown in Death Valley.
And the vultures loved the dance classes I taught,
To the songs sung by Madonna.
'First of all...
That is a terrible analogy!
Death Valley is primarily a desert in California.
And vultures are not easily trained to dance.
I'm related to a few of them that have no rhythm at all!
Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm not stupid! '
No...
I'm not thinking that.
'It would be a waste of time,
To wait to pick something that will not...
And can not grow.'
You have no idea how much I agree with you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Evil
To be evil is to be scared
Withholding all the things to sacred to be shared
Too many vultures and things to keep alive
Holding ransom on my piece of mind
That God is gonna give to me, in time
To be evil is to be blessed
With the sweet sin, self-duress
That only love can quarantine
Too many vultures and songs I got to sing
To keep me locked into a prayer
That God is gonna take us there
While I'm waiting here online
Feeling evil
All the while
1-2-3-4 everything is beautiful
5-6-7-8 gotta love to learn to hate
A-B-C-D I'm a little old machine
L-O-V-Es gonna be the death of me
I'm not evil
I'm just scared
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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To Be Evil
To be evil is to be scared
Withholding all the things to sacred to be shared
Too many vultures and things to keep alive
Holding ransom on my piece of mind
That God is gonna give to me, in time
To be evil is to be blessed
With the sweet sin, self-duress
That only love can quarantine
Too many vultures and songs I got to sing
To keep me locked into a prayer
That God is gonna take us there
While I'm waiting here online
Feeling evil
All the while
1-2-3-4 everything is beautiful
5-6-7-8 gotta love to learn to hate
A-B-C-D I'm a little old machine
L-O-V-Es gonna be the death of me
I'm not evil
I'm just scared
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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War Is Life
I can go in war this very day
with those who are against hunger,
who are against death
and who take arms against the invaders.
The boars are now destroying all crops of life
entering into the fields of civilization;
The jackals are devouring all corpses of our kith and kin
digging the graves;
The vultures are singing the rotten withered song of democracy
clutching the map of our heart;
Leaving my home for ever, I can go away with those
who are against these boars,
against these jackals and these vultures
and who draw irritated hands against their aggressive hands.
My heart cries now saying war war.
Saying war war, my heart bursts into anger
like an atom bomb.
Life is nothing but war,
and warlessness means mere death.
That is the most beautiful river, o Man,
whose course is serpentine.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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Unleashed
Living in silence for eons,
He's planning the end for mankind
His eyes are ablaze with fury,
Venomous gaze is scorching us all
Feeling the stench of the carnage,
Sanctuary is wiped out and lost
The beast will announce it's arrival,
The moon turns bloodred,
The seas start to boil
Dreams of freedom perish and die
Sewing the seeds of death and decay
Soaring up to the sky, demonic vultures fly
Unleashed at last he is stalking the earth,
Spreading chaos and dismay
The sky is darkening slowly
As he draws forth over the plains
Corroding our hearts with his hatred,
Barren and dead lies the ground
Where he has been
His sign will be seen on his chosen
Fire will fall from the sky
Black is the veil of destruction
The lamb lies dead, the grail is no more
Dreams of freedom perish and die
Sewing the seeds of death and decay
Soaring up to the sky, demonic vultures fly
Unleashed at last he is stalking the earth,
Spreading chaos and dismay
Soaring up to the sky, demonic vultures fly
Unleashed at last he is stalking the earth,
Spreading chaos and dismay
Beware of the gaze of the serpent,
The evil can lead you astray
Feeling the blow of the trumpets,
The sky will fall down and life will decline
Dreams of freedom perish and die
Sewing the seeds of death and decay
Soaring up to the sky, demonic vultures fly
Unleashed at last he is stalking the earth,
Spreading chaos and dismay
song performed by by Zonata
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Verbose
FIDGETING smile, drat that bone.
BREEZE sprang up, send all the
big bad vultures home.
CHEERFUL confusion makes
extraterresttrial laugh, drat that
bone, i know it come back.
LEAPING, leaping, leaping
like frog, finding no botten, better
call or phone home,
FIDGETING smile, drat that bone,
breeze sprang up, send all the bad
ass vultures home.
poem by David Gerardino
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Cheerful Confusion
FIDGETING smile, drat that bone.
BREEZE sprang up, send all the
big bad vultures home.
CHEERFUL confusion makes
extraterresttrial laugh, drat that
bone, i know it come back.
LEAPING, leaping, leaping
like frog, finding no botten, better
call or phone home,
FIDGETING smile, drat that bone,
breeze sprang up, send all the bad
ass vultures home.
poem by David Gerardino
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Those Damn Vultures!
Once again those vultures tried to separate me
From my love and future wife to be
They made her shed another precious tear
On our anniversary of one year
Time and time again they attack our love
As if they are some Godly power from up above
Each time they rip another piece of her heart
When she didn't have that much to start
She had my heart before I realized it was mine
She is the woman that God thought of when I was designed
My heart my soul and my only desire
She was the first and last to set my world on fire
Yet those damn vultures reached into my chest
And attempted to rip my love from my breast
This very moment they are yanking at the chain
At each and every pull the pain is insane
Yet broken and bleeding I hold on
And I will continue until my life is gone
I'll hold on to her at my dying breath
And I'll on still long past my death
I wouldn't let go of her even if I could
But who in there right mind would?
poem by Tyrone Wingfield
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Where there's a carcass, there will be vultures.