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A collection of huts surrounded by a barbed wire fence, and in the huts lived 500 of the original inhabitants of our area. And so it went with many country towns around Australia.

quote by Phillip Noyce
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Broken Fence

This fence is a token of you.
A line dividing everything,
In two, by you.
A line of wood, to gaze over.
A wire to watch through.
Barbed wire pushing us apart,
This fence is a token of you.
Separating the past, the future.

poem by Nick Strong
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A White Australia

They had a clear policy
For letting people stay
If your face was white you fitted
If not then sent away.

They included on their census
Cattle, sheep and goats
They excluded Aborigines
As incidental folks.

It was a white Australia
An Australia so pure
It's rarely talked about these days
It's seen as immature.

But white Australia lives on
Think of all those refugees
For they are held behind barbed wire
As dangerous detainees.

This side of this Australia
Is something i implore
Everyone around the world
Not just to ignore.

poem by David Keig
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Walking Through Barbed Wire

Wish I could see you for one last time
Wish I could say goodbye to you
It's hard to deal with you dying
It's time to say goodbye to you

Bloody-faced
Kissing death
Walking through barbed wire
I'll let you go
Let me go digging thru myself

I would die for you
I'd walk right thru barbed wire

Good luck in your next life
Walk as tall as the trees
Be gentle as spring winds
And have the warmth of summer sun

I would die die for you
I'd walk right through barbed wire
I blame myself for your death
It's tearing me apart

I would die die for you
Yes I would
Let you go
Let me go digging through myself

Bloody-faced
Kissing death
Walking through barbed wire

song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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Barbed Wire Fences

Barbed wire fences
And chains around the heart
In the grind
Of the circle called life
On and on we go
Around a meaningless show
Where does thou stop
One does not know
Yet we slave on
To be free
Yet what defines freedom
And what is this bond
Or bondages unbound
Freedom is not
Or is Freedom a knot
Tied to barbed wire fences
Where we live in the luxury of nothing
And call it freedom profound
We are but fools
With existences defined
Around are the barbed wire fences
And the joys of it abound.

poem by Ayan excalibur
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The Double-Bed Dream Gallows

Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.

I guess as a kind
of advertisement
to other hawks,
saying from the pages
of a leading women’s
magazine,

“She’s beautiful,
but burn all the maps
to your body.
I’m not here
of my own choosing.”

poem by Richard Brautigan
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I had this stereotypical view that black people apart from me probably threw stones and lived in huts.

quote by Trisha Goddard
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A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

quote by Sophia Loren
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Ein Yahav

A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,
a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain.
There I met people who grow date palms,
there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees,
there I saw hope barbed as barbed wire.
And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be
like barbed wire to keep out despair,
hope must be a mine field.

Translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld

poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Sitting On A Barbed-wire Fence

I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents
I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents
See my hound dog bite a rabbit
And my footballs sittin on a barbed-wire fence
Well, my temperature rises and my feet dont walk so fast
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet dont walk so fast
Well, this arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot
But wouldnt tell me if what I had would last
Well, this woman Ive got, shes filling me with her drive
Yes, this woman Ive got, shes thrillin me with her hive
Shes calling me stan
Or else she calls me mister clive
Of course, youre gonna think this song is a riff
I know youre gonna think this song is a cliff
Unless youve been inside a tunnel
And fell down 69, 70 feet over a barbed-wire fence
All night!

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Following the Force

Going to force is following force,
Gears of talking can allow us,
Huts of pleasure will revisit
After the hazards are eased.
Merely we are human, human as most beings
In this world and existence.
Gone to hellish places, an exactly ugly being
Caned his older self, and worst pleasures became.
Huts of pain are paid by the caning of an evil man,
Men do not speak, merely they argue,
Quick is the conversation we find,
Arguing is resented, arguing will commend
The argument and nothing else.
Forces are like danger, and when hells are won
We design a more dangerous abode
For the soul, encasing with mind.

poem by Naveed Akram
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A Dragon Fly

that lingers at the mirror image of the window
is swept away
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird

and I am caught in the scene
where it pierces the insect on the barbed wire,
is swept away

where the insect looses its life
and the bird is preparing for its next victim
where it pierces the insect on the barbed wire

and I see the bird spreading its black wing
as it twitters on the barbed wire and slaps its wings
and the bird is preparing for its next victim

while each insect it catches so smartly
where it is set on each movement,
as it twitters on the barbed wire and slaps its wings

and the bird becomes a deadly thing
that lingers at the mirror image of the window
where it is set on each movement,
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird.

poem by Gert Strydom
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An Unorthodox Fox and a Country Pullet!

He waits at the barbed wire fence
And murmurs;
'I am a black sheep as I never touch meat.'
The young hen loves this adolescent very much
And she cries;
'I promise to come with you one day
When Madam opens the padlock
But please do not betray me
As I am a puritan! '

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Walking Thru Barbed Wire

Wish i could see you for one last time wish
I could say goodbye to you
It's hard to deal with you dying
It's time to say goodbye to you
Bloody faced
Kissing death
Walking through barbed wire
I'll let you go
Let me go
Digging through myself
Good luck in your next life
Walk as tall as the trees
Be gentle as the spring winds
And have the warmth of the summer sun
I would die die for you
I'd walk right through barbed wire
I blame myself for
Your death it's tearing me apart

song performed by by Papa Roach
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Rocket To Stardom

By kris kristofferson, roger mcguinn, bobby neuwirth
It started when the neighbors saw my fancy new t.v
That opens up the gate outside my home
And lets me let in anyone I really wanna see
And keep out all them other dudes I dont
Then one by one they started comin over to perform
And someone played temptation on kazoo
Nellie got as naked as the day that she was born
And it sure was all over baby blue
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good night sleepin since
Orville bakers showin us the fastest draw in town
Cora lees clackin on her spoons
Ol jesses trick dog sure does look dead lyin on the ground
And jesses wife is a-howlin at the moon
Charlys ugly daughter sure can tap dance
Mable thatchers walkin on her hands
And just as I was leavin for the kitchen for a snack
Ol lulla bell amazed us with her fans
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good night sleepin since
Froneys got an act thats hard to follow
Norman plays a nimble tamborine
You should see what sara lee can swallow
And ol billy does a wicked mr. clean
Good lord, if idve known this future when I started
Believe you me, Id never change a thing
I got a closed circuit circus in my bedroom
And a world full of whackos in the wings
Get em burt !
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good nights sleepin since

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing the last of human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances - to choose one's own way.

quote by Victor Frankl
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A Fair Warning

Let 'em come, by gum! That's all I say.
Let me see one of 'em up this way,
With their sacks a-back an' their walkin' boots
Low neck, short-panted hikin' coots
Flingin' their fags in the brambles here,
Same as that other one done last year.
He might just once; but he won't no more.
I'll nail his hide to the cow-shed door.

A mile o' fencin' and two good hust
All thro' them an' their lighted butts.
Patronisin'? You're too dead right.
These city fellers is awful bright
Three good huts an' a mile o' fence!
'Tisn't so much me own expense;
Three mile o' forest gone up in smoke!
Well, ain't it enough to nark a bloke?

The worst they done was in ninety-five.
Poor ole Ben Bray, he'd still be alive
It if wasn't for that camp-fire they left.
But a burnt-out-home an' the kids bereft
Of their dad. Yes; that was the toll that day;
An' the fellers what done it miles away.
Oh, there's fools in the forest as well as town.
I ain't lettin' none o' me neighbors down.

There's fools in the forests, as well I knows;
Chancin' a burn when the north wind blows.
An' they oughter be pinched . . . But them city skites,
Suckin' their fags an' strikin' their lights!
Just let me catch 'em! Vindictive? Me?
Ropeable, am I? Well, wouldn't you be
If you suffered the same from their smokin' butts?
Three mile o' fencin' an' four good huts!

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Rainbow Coalition

On the border between Chile from Argentina
there is a long barbed wire fence full of plastic
bags, some from posh shops in Paris, London
and New York, There are Japanese bags too
and some with Arabic letters, you can say it is
international garbage fence, but not quite, it is
eerily beautiful like a pale sad rainbow.

There used to be skeletons here too they all had
broken bones as dropped from planes, but
they have been removed now if you are lucky
or ghoulish you might find a collar bone or two
or a skull cleans by the wind; indestructibly sacks
flap, so deafening that you can’t hear the song of
the condors.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised)

Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised) (Warning for Mature Audience, violence depicted)

Darfur, yesterday,
Cozy, thatched huts,
Shining in the sun, nestled in the sand.

Darfur, yesterday,
Brightly-garbed, graceful women, friendly, strong men.
And the children…

The children,
Running and leaping,
Playing and laughing.

Today, a grinning skull
Hangs like the moon,
Over a gutted Darfur.

For Death came to Darfur,
Draped with murder and mayhem,
Wrapped in hate, lusting for power, land and oil…

Death came to Darfur,
On the backs of camels, driving trucks,
Wielding fire, sticks, bullets and bombs.

Today, behold, Darfur,
Burned, charred huts, starving children,
Dead bodies baking in the sun,

Untold numbers of women raped,
A tiny baby beaten to death,
Rumors of school children being burned alive!

Villagers locked in their huts and cremated, alive.
Children with noses cut off and eyes pulled out,
The village of Labado lies like an agonized, charred corpse.

Come, weep with me,
Pray with me,
For Death camps in Darfur!

poem by Mary Naylor
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Pride (In The Name Of Love)

ONE MAN COME IN THE NAME OF LOVE
ONE MAN COME AND GO
ONE MAN COME HE TO JUSTIFY
ONE MAN TO OVERTHROW

IN THE NAME OF LOVE
WHAT MORE IN THE NAME OF LOVE
IN THE NAME OF LOVE
WHAT MORE IN THE NAME OF LOVE

ONE MAN CAUGHT ON A BARBED WIRE FENCE
ONE MAN HE RESIST
ONE MAN WASHED UP ON AN EMPTY BEACH
ONE MAN BETRAYED WITH A KISS

IN THE NAME OF LOVE
WHAT MORE IN THE NAME OF LOVE...

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THEY TOOK YOUR LIFE
THEY COULD NOT TAKE YOUR PRIDE