In two years, there were 22 military coups d'etat, essentially in Africa and the third world. The coup d'etat of Algiers, in 1965, is what opened the path.
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Everywhere that the struggle for national freedom has triumphed, once the authorities agreed, there were military coups d'etat that overthrew their leaders. That is the result time and time again.
quote by Ahmed Ben Bella
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La Richesse Est Un Etat D'Ame
La richesse est un état d'âme
L'argent passe comme l'eau
On le dépense comme un corniaud
Pour faire plaisir aux femmes.
Le passé est resté un moment de richesse
Car l'expérience coûte très chère
Les souvenirs des saisons douces et amères
Nous plongent dans une folle ivresse.
La terre devient de plus en plus précieuse
Au marché tout se vend aux enchères
En dépit de tout, les nouveaux millionnaires
Se noient dans des affaires frauduleuses.
La richesse est un état d'âme
Les petits ouvriers sont satisfaits
Tandis que les patrons s'alarment
Et s'accablent comme des vieux perroquets.
La richesse est un état d'âme.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Poem-aid de camp
My aid de camp
My poem
There is fear of
Coup d' etat.
I'm at
Daggers drawn
With myself
It's the poem
That rescue me.
My poem
My aid de camp.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Scooby Doo, Boo
Why can't you see,
You will not do with me...
As you choose and please.
Or that you have special liberties,
To turn me on and off...
For pleasures to ignite at night.
To then from me get up and leave,
As if your have performing rights!
Admit that you can't commit.
With a scooby doo, boo...
To follow through,
And handle it to cop a coup d'état.
One today you wish to use.
There is no chemistry between us.
Or force to solicit to make pieces fit.
You can't do a scooby on me that moves.
With a reaction from me that convinces to prove.
'What is this 'scooby' that you wish me to do! '
You're too far from that groove,
To do it, boo!
'What is this 'scooby' that you wish me to do! '
You're too far from that groove,
To do it, boo!
Too far from it to know what to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dolour Of The Human
Dolour of youth heartaches the world,
With so much flesh and bones that crack.
My mount especially found the raise
Of youth, the significant blush, and one to reclaim.
The dolour of the intermediate stage
Of human suffering and age created a coup d’etat,
To shorten the phrase, a blameworthy man is not woman,
Sudden plucking of feathers are for the birds, not words.
Dolour of old age make homo sapiens a master race,
As bold as nature itself, then this dolour of youth is final.
To improve one’s land is like the garden for the gardener,
And dolour of human strength resides in all ages.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Not long ago, if you wanted to seize political power in a country you had merely to control the army and the police. Today it is only in the most backward countries that fascist generals, in carrying out a coup d'état, still use tanks. If a country has reached a high degree of industrialization the whole scene changes. The day after the fall of Khrushchev, the editors of Pravda, Izvestiia, the heads of the radio and television were replaced; the army wasn't called out. Today a country belongs to the person who controls communications.
quote by Umberto Eco
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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The human soul has need of consented obedience and of liberty. Consented obedience is what one concedes to an authority because one judges it to be legitimate. It is not possible in relation to a political power established by conquest or coup d'etat nor to an economic power based upon money. Liberty is the power of choice within the latitude left between the direct constraint of natural forces and the authority accepted as legitimate. The latitude should be sufficiently wide for liberty to be more than a fiction, but it should include only what is innocent and should never be wide enough to permit certain kinds of crime.
quote by Simone Weil
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Welcome To Paradise
I kissed my mother
Shook the hand of my brother
And I said goodbye to the woman I loved
It may seem like a madness
To be leaving the love nest
But Im taking a chance on a place far away
Welcome to paradise
Who said you cant live twice
You will find heaven is here on earth
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
Bad vibrations (theres a coup coming on)
Feeling the tension (theres a coup coming on)
No smoke without fire (theres a coup coming on)
I could smell the danger
Never dance with a stranger
But the music took me and soon I was lost
So I questioned a lady
But her answers were crazy
And before I knew I was counting the cost
Welcome to paradise
Love it but dont look twice
Youll soon be living in make believe
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
Somebody help me (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
So much I dont follow (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
Im not looking for trouble (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
I shouldnt have come
No I shouldnt have come
Why did I come, hey!
The clouds were gathering
And the temperature rising
Be no turning back all my bridges were burned
Then it hit me, jumped up and bit me
Now Im under your spell I can never return
This is your paradise
Now you must pay the price
You should have flown
When the coup was blown
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
A band on the run
Annie get your gun
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I see Africa
When i stand afar i see
nearer than ever
When i echo my fear
makes them bold
My race make me
speak in subdue, yet
i am proud to call
Africa my Africa
Eventhrough untied state
of Africa refuse to see
nearer than ever,
i still believe Africa is my
Africa no-matter what.
Oh great Marcus Garvey
my Africa brother, surely
Africa will remain Africa till the world dying days.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Daughter of Africa
Daughter of Africa
You are walking now
And tread the path
Away from me
Daughter of Africa
You are touching now
While my body is
Away from you
Daughter of Africa
You are moist now
Not knowing the stranger
Who enters you
Daughter of Africa
You sleep now
While my heart
Yearns for you
Daughter of Africa
You are dieing now
And you finally remember
Me
Who cried for you.
poem by Peter Rhodes
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oh Africa my Africa
Oh Africa my Africa land of diamonds. Oh africa my Africa land of great kings Shaka, Haile Silasi, mandela to name a few. Oh mother Africa my Africa rich in gold.oh Africa my africa full of beautful women. Yes africa my africa land of real nature.
poem by George mwandu
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Fiji had experienced the ordeal of two military coups.
quote by Kamisese Mara
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Chanson de Gavroche
Monsieur Prudhomme est un veau
Qui s'enrhume du cerveau
Au moindre vent frais qui souffle.
Prudhomme, c'est la pantoufle
Qu'un roi met sous ses talons
Pour marcher à reculons.
Je fais la chansonnette,
Faites le rigodon.
Ramponneau, Ramponnette, don !
Ramponneau, Ramponnette !
Ce Prudhomme est un grimaud
Qui prend sa pendule au mot
Chaque fois qu'elle retarde.
Il contresigne en bâtarde
Coups d'état, décrets, traités,
Et toutes les lâchetés.
Je fais la chansonnette,
Faites le rigodon.
Ramponneau, Ramponnette, don !
Ramponneau, Ramponnette !
Il enseigne à ses marmots
Comment on rit de nos maux ;
Pour lui, le peuple et la France,
La liberté, l'espérance,
L'homme et Dieu, sont au-dessous
D'une pièce de cent sous.
Je fais la chansonnette,
Faites le rigodon.
Ramponneau, Ramponnette, don !
Ramponneau, Ramponnette !
Le Prudhomme a des regrets ;
Il pleure sur le progrès,
Sur ses loyers qu'on effleure,
Sur les rois, fiacres à l'heure,
Sur sa caisse, et sur la fin
Du monde où l'on avait faim.
Je fais la chansonnette,
Faites le rigodon.
Ramponneau, Ramponnette, don !
Ramponneau, Ramponnette !
poem by Victor Hugo
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Engelbrecht Decides On An Assassination Attempt (In Answer To Johan Van Wyk)
Engelbrecht decides on an assassination attempt,
to peep through the sight of a.308 hunting rifle
at the new black President
and some of his best friends are sworn to silence.
With a violin-case in his hand
he visits the hotel
just beyond the Union Buildings;
about the wind direction and line of sight he has to be sure.
Through the telescopic sight he sees a whole crowd waiting
and he pushes a dum-dum round into the barrel,
open the window much wider
while he watches the scene beneath him.
One of his friends speaks far too much
and more information
are forced from him with shocking apparatus
while the secret police makes him talk.
When the security police enter the hotel
a shot somewhere above them is being fired
and they are surprised,
as the President has not yet arrived at the Union Buildings
and they find Engelbrecht with his head
blown from his body
with a note covered in blood
that tells them
to go to hell
and he says that he has departed to another country
where Afrikaners have got rights
and although he is standing guilty before the throne of God,
He will understand on the other side.
[Reference: 'Staatsgreep' (Coup d'etat) by Johan van Wyk.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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On Death, Without Exaggeration
It can't take a joke,
find a star, make a bridge.
It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,
building ships, or baking cakes.
In our planning for tomorrow,
it has the final word,
which is always beside the point.
It can't even get the things done
that are part of its trade:
dig a grave,
make a coffin,
clean up after itself.
Preoccupied with killing,
it does the job awkwardly,
without system or skill.
As though each of us were its first kill.
Oh, it has its triumphs,
but look at its countless defeats,
missed blows,
and repeat attempts!
Sometimes it isn't strong enough
to swat a fly from the air.
Many are the caterpillars
that have outcrawled it.
All those bulbs, pods,
tentacles, fins, tracheae,
nuptial plumage, and winter fur
show that it has fallen behind
with its halfhearted work.
Ill will won't help
and even our lending a hand with wars and coups d'etat
is so far not enough.
Hearts beat inside eggs.
Babies' skeletons grow.
Seeds, hard at work, sprout their first tiny pair of leaves
and sometimes even tall trees fall away.
Whoever claims that it's omnipotent
is himself living proof
that it's not.
There's no life
that couldn't be immortal
if only for a moment.
Death
always arrives by that very moment too late.
In vain it tugs at the knob
of the invisible door.
As far as you've come
can't be undone.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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We've built the largest empire in the history of the world. It's been done over the last 50 years since World War II with very little military might, actually. It's only in rare instances like Iraq where the military comes in as a last resort.
quote by John Perkins
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Africa of My Dream
Africa, my Africa of my dream
Here is where I want to be
And here I have always been,
At my end, here is where I want to sleep.
Africa, I have been away for too long
Please don't cry for me my mother
Twenty years is a long time to be
Away from home,
But I am still here, my one home
My Africa, my Africa of my dream
Many are leaving, leaving for America,
But I am still here and here
Is where I will always be,
My Africa is my America.
We are working towards that,
A better Africa, a great Africa!
This is Africa of my dream,
My Africa is my America.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Blackout In The Town Where I Live
blackouts happen here most often
the president of the country is confused
what to do at the end of her term
others think she may soon go to prison, and for whatever reason
political or otherwise
or perhaps on the common reasoning of a global recession
affecting necessarily the shortage of power
i mean, electrical power,
this town too is affected with constant blackouts and people
worry much
what happens for the next eight months
for fear that there may be a coup d'etat
or a rebellion of the masses
or simply a plain revolution from within
but enough of all these political upheavals
i decided to simply sit in the corner of my room
open the window and look beyond all these darkness
i expected a full moon tonight
some bats to enjoy the ripe guavas unharvested by kids
the mysterious white owl that pass sometimes
when all of them are fast asleep...
i was thinking of the past times with grandfather
before the Japanese came
there was this oil lamp that they keep
shining all night long
and they were talking about that
perfect peace reigning
for long in this little town
thriving in the simplicity of its lifestyle
the integrity of its people
the innocence of its children
the love of family
and so on an so forth....
and then i feel so sleepy as the lights un-switched off
begin to take life again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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